Quotes About Harmony

If you would keep your soulFrom spotted sight or sound,Live like the velvet mole;Go burrow underground.And there hold intercourseWith roots of trees and stones,With rivers at their source,And disembodied bones.

We can discover such civilized eating again

Too small is our world to allow discrimination, bigotry and intolerance to thrive in any corner of it, let alone in the United States of America.

I tell them that the only peace you find up on a mountain is the peace you bring with you.

could pick up what he said.

What is WIND and what is BONE have never been conclusively determined by the generations of Chinese critics, but what is certain, according to Liu Hsieh, is that the perfect combination or balance of WIND and BONE, the metaphor for the ideal poem, is a bird.

With all that ego shit out of the way, you clear the path toward love.

You can achieve knowledge only through comparing the two sides, positive and negative, which have become separated from each other. As long as these two sides are together, resting in each other, you can't perceive or recognize anything.

Everything that happens is only a searching and striving to return to equilibrium ... back to paradise!

Everything in this life has a purpose, there are no mistakes, no coincidences.

When I die I'm going to dance first in all the galaxies...I'm gonna play and dance and sing.

You didn't have to love people or to hate them-you had only to get on with them.

It's our song," he murmured into my ear.

how he was different from her, but the same too.

When he went outside, dazed by the echoes of his dream, the tiger was pacing the roof of the trailer. In the light of dawn he noticed the remarkable fact that the animal had wings harmoniously joined to its body. Wings of a swan or an angel. Two fans of white, silky, well-groomed feathers. It had come from a place where it had been raining because drops of water glistened like pellets of mercury on the edges of its feathers. It was something to see.

Balance flow, not capacity.

Where might is mixed with wit, there is too good an accord in a government.

The Animist is, in other words, all those who see an equivalence between all forms of life or who can see life where others would see the lack of life. The theoretical

Oh, it was fair in Arcady! Birds built and sang in every tree, And trill and warble, chirp and song, Rang sweet and clear the whole day long; The violets blossomed all the year, No lightnings scathed our happy sphere, Nor frost congealed on wood or lea, What time we dwelt in Arcady!

What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance. In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun. On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking forward in that light.

Two human loves make one divine.

Experience, like a pale musician, holds a dulcimer of patience in his hand.

And here fantastic fishes duskly float, Using the calm for waters, while their fires Throb out quick rhythms along the shallow air.

And now I am fit for rivalship with your clocks, papa having given me an Aeolian harp for the purpose. Do you know the music of an Aeolian harp, and that nothing below the spherical harmonies is so sweet and soft and mournfully wild? The amusing part of it is (after the poetical) that Flushie is jealous and thinks it is alive, and takes it as very hard that I should say 'beautiful' to anything except his ears!