Quotes About Land

Just think what this land would raise with plenty of water! Why, it will be a frigging garden!

The driver sat in his iron seat and he was proud of the straight lines he did it will, proud of the tractor he did not own or love, proud of the power he could not control. And when that crop grew, and was harvested, no man had crumbled a hot clod in his fingers and let the earth sift through his fingertips.The land bore under iron, and under iron gradually died; for it was not loved or hated, it had no prayers or curses.

Look, Samuel, I mean to make a garden of my land. Remember my name is Adam. So far I've had no Eden, let alone been driven out.

Salinas for the alkali which was white as salt.

We know that--all that. It's not us, it's the bank. A bank isn't like a man. Or an owner with fifty thousand acres, he isn't like a man either. That's the monster.

We were born on it, and we got killed on it, died on it. Even if it's no good, it's still ours. That's what makes it ours--being born on it, working it, dying on it. That makes ownership, not a paper with numbers on it.

And the owners not only did not work the farms any more, many of them had never seen the farms they owned.

Jesus, I seen it happen too many times. I seen too many guys with land in their head. They never get none under their hand.

He wasn' doing nothin' against the law, Ma. I been thinkin' a hell of a lot, thinkin' about our people livin' like pigs, an' the good rich lan' layin' fallow, or maybe one fella with a million acres, while a hunderd thousan' good farmers is starvin'. An' I been wonderin' if all our folks got together an' yelled, like them fellas yelled, only a few of 'em at the Hooper ranch—

Look, Samuel, I mean to make a garden of my land. Remember my name is Adam. So far I've had no Eden, let alone been driven out." "It's the best reason I ever heard for making a garden," Samuel exclaimed. He chuckled. "Where will the orchard be?" Adam said, "I won't plant apples. That would be looking for accidents.

I seen too many guys with land in their head. They never get none under their hand.

Kar??mda nadasa b?rak?lm?? koskoca bir arazi duruyor, yan?mda da nadasa b?rak?lm?? koskoca bir adam. Ä°sraf gibi geliyor bana. Ä°srafa gücüm yetmediÄŸi için de kötü bir his verir. Hayat?n? nadasa b?rakmak iyi bir his mi?

It seems to me that Montana is a great splash of grandeur. The scale is huge but not overpowering. The land is rich with grass and color, and the mountains are the kind I would create if mountains were ever put on my agenda. Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans.

Then the soldiers went to Mexico and it was a kind of painful picnic. Nobody knows why you go to a picnic to be uncomfortable when it is so easy and pleasant to eat at home. The Mexican War did two good things though. We got a lot of western land, damn near doubled our size, and besides that it was a training ground for generals, so that when the sad self-murder settled on us the leaders knew the techniques for making it properly horrible.

And the great owners, who must lose their land in an upheaval, the great owners with access to history, with eyes to read history and to know the great fact: when property accumulates in too few hands it is taken away. And that companion fact: when a majority of the people are hungry and cold they will take by force what they need.

We measured it and broke it up. We were born on it, and we got killed on it, died on it. Even if it's no good, it's still ours. That's what makes it ours--being born on it, working it, dying on it. That makes ownership, not a paper with numbers on it.

also on June 22nd JB vetoes the Homestead Bill...This bill, which proposes to give him (the honest poor man,...) land at an almost nominal price, out of the property of the government, will go far to demoralize the people and repress this noble spirit of independence. It may introduce among us those pernicious social theories which have proved so disastrous in other countries.

Don't read your reviews, A*M*E*R*I*C*A: you are the only land.

In '87 - four years after 'Sports' was released - my family and I began vacationing in Montana. I soon bought my first piece of land in Ravalli County, in the western part of the state.

Dor woke again as dawn came. The sun had somehow gotten around to the east, where the land was, and dried off so that it could shine again.

I am a soul in the world: in the world of my soul the whirled light from the day the sacked land of my father.

I will fear no evil for I am the baddest beast in the land. (Nick)

And without fear the lawless roads Ran wrong through all the land.

Father, O father! what do we here In this land of unbelief and fear?