Quotes About Harmony

Plotinus was preaching the dangers of multiplicity of the world back in the third century.

One cannot dance well unless one is completely in time with the music, not leaning back to the last step or pressing forward to the next one, but poised directly on the present step as it comes.

I felt a kind of impersonal kinship with them and a joy in that kinship. Beauty of earth and sea and air meant more to me. I was in harmony with it, melted into the universe, lost in it, as one is lost in a canticle of praise, swelling from an unknown crowd in a cathedral. 'Praise ye the Lord, all ye fishes of the sea – all ye birds of the air – all ye children of men – Praise ye the Lord!' Yes, I felt closer to my fellow men too, even in my solitude.

This beautiful image is to my mind the one that women could hold before their eyes. This is an end toward which we could strive - to be the still axis within the revolving wheel of relationships, obligations and activities.

When each partner loves so completely that he has forgotten to ask himself whether or not he is loved in return; when he only knows that he loves and is moving to its music—then, and then only, are two people able to dance perfectly in tune to the same rhythm.

Gods in his heaven, all's right with the world

The room was one of her favorites, decorated entirely in dark green and white, with white doors and window embrasures, directing one's eye toward the light. The furniture was warm, dark rosewood, upholstered in cream brocade, and there was a bowl of white chrysanthemums on the table.

I want to love all the children of God - Christian, Jew, Moslem, Hindu, Buddhist - everyone. I want to love gay Christians and straight Christians.

Say what you will to the force that governs the universe. Perhaps we'll call it into being, and it will yet love us as we love it.

The highest truths a person could discover were rooted in the natural world.

Also there was something vampiric about rock music. It must have sounded supernatural even to those who don't believe in the supernatural. I mean the way the electricity could stretch a single note forever; the way harmony could be layered upon harmony until you felt yourself dissolving in the sound. So eloquent of dread it was, this music…

There was something vampiric about. . music. It must have sounded supernatural even to those who don't believe in the supernatural. . .the way harmony could be layered upon harmony until you felt yourself dissolving in the sound. So eloquent of dread it was, this music.

It's all about aesthetics, morality and aesthetics are completely similar.

In your love for one another, I heard the echo of Heaven.

There are ways to live this life, and my way has always been one of inclusion—of our own kind, of all humankind, of all spirits, of all things under the sun. It's not a virtue with me. I don't know any other way to move through the world.

Tis the gift to be simple... 'Tis the gift to be free...

But I caught up with him and he didn't resist when I put my arm around him and we walked on together like that.

We truly are all one tribe," said the iron-haired ghost softly. "Human, vampire, spirit, ghost—we're all sentient creatures bound to this planet. Why can't we work together in the face of something like this?

The possibility of peace on earth has always existed, and there have always been people who could realise it, and preserve it, and those people are women. If one takes away the men.

Amazing grace, amazing grace.…" sang one group in unison, rocking back and forth as they held their places in line. "Gloria, in excelsus deum!" burst from a long-bearded man with his arms outstretched.

Songs are everywhere you look, in the rain, in the wind, in the moan of the suffering, songs.

There are many worlds in the 'Realm of Worlds' where the ascendant beings are not male or female.

Somber, yes, but light and beauty come together in you in a thousand different patterns.

Pick one tree; describe it, if you will, in terms of what it destroys, what it defies, and what it does not accomplish, and you have a monster of greedy roots and irresistible momentum that eats the light of other plants, their nutrients, their air. But that is not the truth of the tree. That is not the whole truth when the thing is seen as part of nature, and by nature I mean nothing sacred, I mean only the full tapestry, Akasha. I mean only the larger thing which embraces all.