Quotes About Harmony

Nature abhors a long silence.

A dog's bark amid the water's sound, Peach blossom that's made thicker by the rain. Deep in the trees, I sometimes see a deer, And at the stream I hear no noonday bell. Wild bamboo divides the green mist, A flying spring hangs from the jasper peak. No-one knows the place to which he's gone, Sadly, I lean on two or three pines

SITTING ALONE ON JINGTING SHAN HILL A flock of birds is flying high in the distance, A lonely cloud drifts idly on its own. We gaze at each other, neither growing tired, There is only Jingting Shan.

QUESTION AND ANSWER ON THE MOUNTAIN You ask for what reason I stay on the green mountain, I smile, but do not answer, my heart is at leisure. Peach blossom is carried far off by flowing water, Apart, I have heaven and earth in the human world.

Peace is not happenstance. It is a living fire that must be fed constantly. It must be tended with vigilance, else it dies out.

In our travels, we have come across many equations--math for understanding the universe, for making music, for mapping stars, and also for tipping, which is important. Here is our favorite equation: Us plus Them equals All of Us. It is very simple math. Try it sometime. You probably won't even need a pencil.

True affection and love have a purity which shall always prevail over bigotry.

Music opens your soul, makes you ready.' - 'Ready for what?' - He smiles big. 'Exactly.

Felicity and I watch the dancers moving as one. They spin about like the earth on it's axis, enduring the dark, waiting for the sun.

Discord need not be an impediment. Differences can bring strength.

Beliefs converge and become something new all the time.

How can anyone own the woods?" Evie grumbled. "Only the woods own the woods.

was an aesthetically pleasing, yet highly functional, combination of old and new.

Peace comes through acceptance.

A woman once described a friend of hers as being such a keen listener that even the trees leaned toward her, as if they were speaking their innermost secrets into her listening ears. Over the years I've envisioned that woman's silence, a hearing full and open enough that the world told her its stories. The green leaves turned toward her, whispering tales of soft breezes and the murmurs of leaf against leaf.

There is no real aloneness. There is solitude and the nurturing silence that is relationship with ourselves, but even then we are part of something larger.

What a strange alchemy we have worked, turning earth around to destroy itself, using earth's own elements to wound it.

Not so wide that a woman would feel as if she might fall in, and not so small it looked as if he'd just sucked a lemon like Ronald Trump's, or whatever his name was. All in all, Richard's lips looked just right.

The lush greenness of the pastures infused Shiloh. Overhead, she saw a red-tailed hawk flying in higher and higher circles in the sky. There were bluebirds everywhere, many of them sitting on fence posts. When they took off, that flash of brilliant blue always made her gasp with delight; it was almost an unearthly gorgeous color.

When our lives are divinely ordered, our spirit will direct our soul and mind, which in turn will guide our physical self.

So many think we must share the same beliefs to get along. In my experience, sharing the same fear is a far more effective strategy.

Society speaks and all men listen, mountains speak and wise men listen

Society cannot share a common communication system so long as it is split into warring factions.

When a society is organized around that which is fitting in each realm, then peace, the fruit of justice, can flourish.