Quotes About Harmony

The world stood pinned on two thorns. One was ugliness. One was beauty. The truth did not lie in the middle or at either extreme. The truth encompassed both. *

a friend told me that in a good marriage, nobody wins." Matthew frowned, nibbling his thumbnail, noticing she'd sidestepped his question about the wards quite neatly. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean." "A marriage is a state of dynamic tension. It works as long as nobody gets the upper hand and keeps it." She

Sometimes synchronicity works.

Agreeing with Conns was what you did with them.

They had not been lied to. The men were gentle; when one leaned, moved, spoke, the other mirrored. She sensed it in the energy between them, their calm failure to react on any visceral level to her smile, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her lips-or to the more youthful charms of her security detail. She knew it as surely as she would have known fear or hunger. Not only were they gentle, they were together.

Hush, puss. This wouldn't happen if you didn't fight me so.

Around me, a seemingly transfinite number of leaves chimed in a space without a wind.

We get along with carnivorous plants and talking screwdrivers. I don't know what should be so hard about getting along with you.

The thing that willed up inside me wasn't words, exactly. It was…notes, music. A pattern of sounds, or perhaps it would be more accurate to liken it to the recalled memory of sounds, arranged into a pleasing and harmonious whole. As Singer had described it-a song.

it turns out that ten thousand amateurs taken on average are usually better at coming up with a workable solution than one expert is. Anybody that's ever heard an unrehearsed crowd sing a familiar melody accurately has witnessed this in action.

The mantid was one of those creatures you could just hand around with, not saying anything and not notice the quiet because it felt natural.

When you can sound like anything you like, why not sound like something pleasant?

We all just get along. No matter what. Whether it suits our personal needs or not. Personal needs are a priveleged affectation.

I'm allergic to perfect consensus. It has to be enforced somehow and once you sign the clade contract, they just tune your neurology until you agree. Boom, no conflict.

They were all born together of the starlight and the sea.

Who would have thought three separate peaces so irreconcilable?

Everything only connected by "and" and "and."

Screen porch in a tree.

Even if one were tempted to literary interpretations such as: life/death, right/wrong, male/female --such notions would have resolved, dissolved, straight off in that watery, dazzling dialectic.

Paul, in speaking of equality as the very soul and essence of Christianity, said, "There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female; for ye are all one in Christ Jesus.

afternoon and the furniture is all assembled.

To have power and contentment at the same time, that is a rare thing indeed.

these mothers at their midnight council were more like one great mind probing itself, divided at times as great minds may be, but one entity

A sole cooked in a rich sauce of cream and mushrooms must be followed by a dry dish of entirely different aspect such as a roast partridge or a grilled tournedos, cold ham, jellied beef or a terrine of duck. It must not be preceded by a creamy mushroom soup, nor followed by chicken cooked in a cream sauce. Have some regard for the digestions of others even if your own resembles that of the ostrich.