Quotes About Land

When the land kills of its own volition we acquiesce and say the victim had no right to live

The Margate of my mind has the most beautiful sunsets that stretch across the entire horizon. Sharp white cliffs divide a charcoal blue sea from the hard reality of the land.

This is not your land, William Lobb said. Oh, it is, it is. I got the papers. I can show you, back at the camp. This is Indian land, if it's anyone's. William Lobb spoke as if he hadn't heard Billie Lapham. Those Miwoks encamped just south of here - they've been here longer than you. It's theirs, or it's God's land - take your pick.

They say that perhaps it is not by love, but by blood, that land is bought. They say that perhaps my people had to die to nourish this earth with their truth. Your people did not have ears to hear. Perhaps we had to return to the earth, so that we could grow within your hearts. Perhaps we have come back and will fill the hills and valleys with our song. Who is to know?

No tribe has the right to sell, even to each other, much less to strangers. . . . Sell a country! Why not sell the air, the great sea, as well as the earth? Didn't the Great Spirit make them all for the use of his children? — Tecumseh Shawnee This

If at times my words seem angry, you must forgive me. In my mind, there is great anger. No one who has seen the suffering of our children and the tears of our grandmothers cannot be angry. But in my heart I struggle to forgive, because the land is my teacher, and the land says to forgive.

The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it. " — Chief Joseph, 1879

I know about me. I am the moons sister, a tidal child stranded on land. The sea always in my ear, a surf of eternal discontent in my blood.

Phyrne leaned on the ship's rail, listening to the sea-gulls announcing that land was near, and waited for the first hint of sunrise. She had put on her lounging robe, of a dramatic oriental pattern of green and gold, an outfit not to be sprung suddenly on invalids or those of nervous tendencies-and she was rather glad that there was no one on deck to be astonished. It was five o'clock in the morning.

Twelve pillars of the castle of time will bear. Twelve creatures rule land and sea. The eagle is ready to soar in the air, Five's the foundation and also the key. In the Circle of Twelve, Number Twelve becomes Two. The hawk hatches seventh, yet Three is the clue.

Oklahoma lingered so long as a territory because of who lived there. The familiar image of territories as "empty" lands awaiting enough inhabitants to sustain a government is badly misleading. The reason Congress held territories back from statehood wasn't that no one lived in them but because the wrong people did.

From the beginning, American California was caught in a paradox of reverent awe and exploitative use.

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

In exchange for the parcel of land, Smith promised copper and "gave" Parahunt a teenaged English boy named Henry Spelman to serve as a translator. With the deal closed, Smith ordered West to move into the Indian village with his men and then made his way back to the ship for his journey downriver to Jamestown.

Johnson praised Virginia for its uncivilized yet friendly natives and argued that the English settlers' goals included the betterment of the savages. Of course, the truth was different, as Johnson and Gray might have known had they visited the land they praised so lavishly. The English had high enough purposes, to be sure, but they were all too ready to take by force any land they wished. The Powhatan people, of course, were just as ready to fight to protect their way of life.

The largest animal in the ocean and the largest living land animal were no more than a hundred yards apart, and I was convinced that they were communicating! In infrasound, in concert, sharing big brains and long lives, understanding the pain of high investment in a few precious offspring, aware of the importance and the pleasure of complex sociality, these rare and lovely great ladies were commiserating over the back fence of this rocky Cape shore, woman to woman, matriarch to matriarch

In 1864, two years after the Homestead Act passed, he advocated taking the plantation owners' land as well and distributing it to "free, industrious, and honest farmers,

Nor did Johnson's policies or the Black Codes ensure that African Americans would not be a "burden upon society." If anything, they guaranteed the opposite. Blacks were denied access to land, banned from hunting and fishing, and forbidden to work independently using skills honed and developed while enslaved, such as blacksmithing. Under such conditions, self-sufficiency could never have been achieved.

While claiming that the government had never provided access to land for "hard toiling whites," Johnson simply erased the nineteen years that he had worked for the passage of the Homestead Act to ensure that his constituency was given 160 acres wrested or browbeaten from Native Americans

Similarly, Carl Schurz reported that in his conversation with a plantation owner, who was beside himself that emancipation had left him without any slaves to do the heavy lifting, the man dismissed the idea of working the land himself. "The idea that he would work with his hands as a farmer seemed to strike him as ludicrously absurd. He told me with a smile that he had never done a day's work of that kind in his life.

Como é bom ter terras para plantar! Eu já estava compreendendo o valor da terra que sabe recompensar o esforço do homem. E o ventre da terra é fecundo. A terra é feminina, é a mãe da humanidade.

Across every inhabited continent, just as on the Great Plains, mass land clearing and wheat farming had led to significant drying, exhausting the soils and throwing fragile ecosystems out of whack. Combined with the market forces controlling distribution, human-caused climate change joined with natural weather patterns to wreak absolute havoc.

One scholar has estimated that a third of Dakota homesteads were held by women a decade later.

Is there anything more heartbreaking than drowning in sight of land? Is there a single one of us who hasn't at least once felt haunted by the fear of slipping away within sight of a safe haven?