Harmony of Existence Quotes

Life is the blossoming of flowers in the spring, the ripening of fruit in the fall, the rhythm of the earth and of nature. Life is the cry of cicadas signalling the end of summer, migratory birds winging south in a transparent autumn sky, fish frolicking in a stream. Life is the joy beautiful music installs in us, the thrilling sight of a mountain peak reddened by the rising sun, the myriad combinations and permutations of visible and invisible phenomena. Life is all things.

We shall walk together on this path of life, for all things are part of the universe and are connected with each other to form one whole unity.

When the human being sings he lends expression to the great wise ways in which the world was made.

. . . Change is the nursery Of musicke, joy, life and eternity.

There is one common flow, one common breathing, all things are in sympathy.

Listen to the song of life.

A Oneness of all. An evolution in consciousness of us all that isn't about the egos.

The same substance composes us--the tree overhead, the stone beneath us, the bird, the beast, the star--we are all one, all moving to the same end.

Many say that life entered the human body by the help of music, but the truth is that life itself is music.

Truth, and goodness, and beauty, are but different faces of the same All

Every thread of creation is held in position by still other strands of things living.

I believe in advaita, I believe in the essential unity of man and for that matter of all that lives.

One thing he discovered with a great deal of astonishment was that music held for him more then just pleasure. There was meat to it. The grouping of sounds, their forms in the air as they rang out and faded, said something comforting to him about the rule of Creation. What the music said was that there is a right way for things to be ordered so that life might not always be just tangle and drift, but have a shape, an aim. It was a powerful argument that life did not just happen.

It is wise to agree that all things are one.

Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while, and when you do you know that everything's connetcted to everything else.

What makes us feel drawn to music is that our whole being is music: our mind and body, the nature in which we live, the nature which has made us, all that is beneath and around us, it is all music.

The music of life is in danger of being lost in the music of the voice.

The movement of life has its rest in its own music.

Life is a symphony, and the action of every person in this life is the playing of his particular part in the music.

What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?