Quotes About Harmony

Maybe speech has been an evolutionary mistake; maybe everybody would get along better if we couldn't talk to each other.

I had recourse to magic, that is, to a kind of deliberate predisposition, an intuitive complicity with nature.

To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.

C'était si simple, à l'ancienne façon : l'homme, et, tout autour, mais sous lui, les bêtes, les plantes; ça marchait bien, comme ça. On tue un lièvre, on cueille un fruit; une pêche, c'est du jus sucré dans la bouche, un lièvre c'est un grand plat débordant de viande noire. Après, on s'essuie la bouche et on fume une pipe sur le seuil.

É costume dizer-se que o Homem é feito de células e sangue. Mas, na realidade, ele é como as folhas das árvores. É preciso que o vento lhes sopre para se ouvir o seu cantar.

trois images sont peinturées dedans ma tête, telles que, vivantes, et qui se mettent entre le pays et moi, si bien que je les vois quand mon Å"il, pourtant, regarde l'arbre, l'herbe, la pomme ou le dos des collines.

une couche douce tapissée de thym sec

Une femme comme ça, c'était un morceau de la terre, le pareil d'un arbre, d'une colline, d'une rivière, d'une montagne. Ça faisait partie du rond ensemble. Ça durerait autant que les étoiles !

On les avait chassés ; ils étaient redevenus sauvages avec la pureté et la simplicité des bêtes.

La sociedad construida sobre el dinero destruye las cosechas, destruye a los animales, destruye a los hombres, destruye la alegría, destruye el mundo auténtico, destruye la paz, destruye las riquezas verdaderas

Ça, c'était une musique de vent, ah, mais une musique toute bien savante dans les belles choses de la terre et des arbres.

He walked briskly.    He was all wrapped up in his joy.    He was filled with songs, packed in his throat and pressing against his teeth. He puckered up his lips.    It was a joy of which he wanted to savour all the smell and taste the juice as long as possible, like a sheep eating grass in the evening among the hills. He went on like that, until the beautiful silence had settled within him and around him, like a meadow.

Malaga Alves." Obviously. Everything that rises must converge.

The root of all desires is the one desire: to come home, to be at peace.

But when you live in beauty and look from beauty, everything points in different ways to your wholeness.

Welcoming, openness, is the nature of life.

You are the guest of joy, you cannot impose yourself.

The earth we leave is beautiful and rich; it gave us all we needed for all the generations we have lived.

Other exercises develop single powers and muscles, but dancing embellishes, exercises, and equalizes all the muscles at once.

And a cloud of enraptured, sporting, buzzing little creatures of silk-dust swept or hovered over the undulating picture.

They were seated at the banquet side by side, immediately good friends, their great attraction being that each of them knew there was nothing to fear from the other.

Peace comes from within, do not seek it without.

His nudes and his roses declared to men of this century, already deep in their task of destruction, the stability of the eternal balance of nature.

The world of Rnoir is a single entity. The red of the poppy determines the pose of the young woman with the umbrella. The blue of the sky harmonizes with the sheepskin the young shepheard wears. His pictures are demonstrations of over-all unity. .... Renoir believed in the Chinese legend that a mandarin can be killed at a distance by an unconsciously lethal gesture made in Paris.