Quotes About Harmony

I do not understand these things, he thought. But it is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers.

He lay flat on the brown, pine-needled floor of the forest, his chin on his folded arms, and high overhead the wind blew in the tops of the pine trees. The mountainside sloped gently where he lay; but below it was steep and he could see the dark of the oiled road winding through the pass. There was a stream alongside the road and water of the dam, white in the summer sunlight.

He was completely integrated now and he took a good long look at everything. Then he looked up at the sky. There were big white clouds in it. He touched the palm of his hand against the pine needles where he lay and he touched the bark of the pine trunk that he lay behind.

There isn't any me. I'm you. Don't make up a separate me.

In a snowstorm it always seemed, for a time, as though there were no enemies.

É bom que não tenhamos de tentar matar a lua, o sol ou as estrelas. Já é ruim viver no mar e ter de matar os nossos verdadeiros irmãos

Culture makes people understand each other better. And if they understand each other better in their soul, it is easier to overcome the economic and political barriers. But first they have to understand that their neighbour is, in the end, just like them, with the same problems, the same questions.

Those men are not fascists, they are same people as us.

Yes. There is no difference.

We never argued about these things because I kept my mouth shut about things I did not like.

But it is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers.

Then, while the old man was clearing the lines and preparing the harpoon, the male fish jumped high into the air beside the boat to see where the female was and then went down deep, his lavender wings, that were his pectoral fins, spread wide and all his wide lavender stripes showing. He was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed.

The message of all spirituality is that, in some mysterious way, we are all one—that therefore the joy and the sorrow of any one of us is the joy and the sorrow of all of us.

The essence of tolerance lies in its openness to difference.

Clarified states of consciousness are contagious.

There is a Universal Creative Force connecting all beings and things, a source of love and wisdom that can be drawn from and revealed through the creation of works of art.

Air France's in-flight magazine.

Our spiritual ecology simply does not permit private awakening.

As Steven Strogatz says in his book, Sync, "For reasons we don't yet understand, the tendency to synchronize is one of the most pervasive drives in the universe, extending from atoms to animals, from people to planets.

Peace comes when you stop trying to control the world around you and instead take responsibility for the world within you.

The artisan soul is not about rebellion but about resonance.

While never violating our uniqueness, we move together, united in heart and soul. Our greatness is unleashed in the context of community. When we move together, God is most perfectly revealed in us.

When nature seems to bend to the will of God and man, we call it a miracle. Is it possible that what we define as a miracle is simply the reestablishing of the proper order of creation?

Sometimes a little song is sweet to hear, even if the orchestra is more accomplished