Quotes About Harmony

As a Coptic priest in New York put it, "[H]umility is a mediator. It will always be the shortest distance between you and another person.

It's not enough that we view one another as fellow human beings; we need to view on another as fellow Americans. And for that we need to collectively find a national identity capacious enough to resonate with, and hold together as one people, Americans of all sorts - old and young, immigrant and native born, urban and rural, descendants of slaves as well as descendants of slave owners.

The backdrop of half the experiences of life includes music.

Acclaimed writer and thinker Madeleine L'Engle once noted, in her treatise on the spiritual rhythms of life, The Irrational Season, "Righteousness begins to reveal itself as that strength which is so secure that it can show itself as gentleness, and the only people who have this kind of righteousness are those who are integrated and do not suppress the dark side of themselves.

If there's anything that bothers me, it's one person demeaning another. That really makes me mad!

He appreciated and represented the intricacies of life and showed an appreciation for complex and conflicting feelings. He wasn't naïve; he knew that seeing the best in ourselves so that we can see the best in our neighbor—an act that translates into harmonious relationships—is only possible because of forgiveness.

To get a true sense of the book, I have to spend a few moments inside. I'll glance at the first couple pages, then flip around to somewhere in the middle, see if the language matches me somehow. It's like dating, only with sentences......It could be something as simple yet weirdly potent as a single word (tangerine). We're meant to be, that sentence and me. And when it happens, you just know.

Peace means no one is worried about anyone else's cookie...in this moment we are all quietly content with the cookies we have.

If it feels good, enjoy it. If it doesn't, adjust your position until it does.

They became one, and Mackey could breathe. Trav was a part of him, and Mackey had strength. Trav moved, and Mackey's body became light and Trav's body became sound and together they were the thing Mackey worshipped most. Music.

We have a kind of dead body? Most couples just go with favorite song.

I said you were a perfect chord. You were so beautiful you made light and sound better. Looking at you, I heard the best music, the kind not even angels can play." Kelly let out what sounded to be a half-broken laugh.

Your vibe attracts your tribe.

Gardeners are the ultimate mixologists.

I have come to understand, like Darwin had, that earthworms are not destroyers, but redeemers. They move through waste and decay in their contemplative way, sifting, turning it into something else, something that is better.

Some growers believe that a particular type of music makes the plants grow faster, but most agree that the best strategy for the plants is to play whatever music the workers like best.

I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.

I say let all the earth be alive and overwhelmingly so. Let the sky be pressed to bursting with wings, beaks, pumping hearts, and driving muscles. Let it be noisy. Let it make a mess. Then let me find my allotted space. Let me feel how I bump up against every other living thing on this earth. Let me learn to spin.

Conversations across religions need not, and should not, end with all participants proclaiming an ultimate unity of belief. Such an exercise only waters down both traditions into a bland universalism that, in an attempt to be inoffensive, winds up offending everyone.

even if he wins six billion prize for peace, there will be no peace

God gave us hands to create, not destroy his world.

The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body.

The fertile earth imbibes the rain; The trees her moisture drink again; The swelling ocean drinks the gales, From him the thirsty sun exhales: The moon, as thirsty, copious streams Insatiate drinks of solar beams. In drinking, then, since all agree, What friend can justly censure me?

And, on the ocean's crystal mirror,