Quotes
Quotes about Land
The linden, in the fervors of July, Hums with a louder concert. When the wind Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime, As when some master-hand exulting sweeps The keys of some great organ, ye give forth The music of the woodland depths, a hymn Of gladness and of thanks.
Do you recall that night in June Upon the Danube River; We listened to the landler-tune, We watched the moonbeams quiver.
In a few years there will be only five kings in the worldâ the King of England and the four kings in a pack of cards.
The known is finite, the unknown infinite; intellectually we stand on an islet in the midst of in illimitable ocean of inexplicability. Our business in every generation is to reclaim a little more land.
We live on an island surrounded by a sea of ignorance. As our island of knowledge grows, so does the shore of our ignorance.
For as labor cannot produce without the use of land, the denial of the equal right to the use of land is necessarily the denial of the labor to its own produce.
For where does one run to when he's already in the promised land?
You are the land. The land is you.
A man's country is not a certain area of land, of mountains, rivers, and woods, but it is a principle; and patriotism is loyalty to that principle.
America is not a young land: it is old and dirty and evil before the settlers, before the Indians. The evil is there waiting.
Conservation is a state of harmony between men and land.
If a man owns land, the land owns him.
LAND, n. A part of the earth's surface, considered as property. The theory that land is property subject to private ownership and control is the foundation of modern society . . .
When people lose their ties to the land they grow corrupt. Inevitably, they grow corrupt.
There have been few things in my life which have had a more genial effect on my mind than the possession of a piece of land.
My own recipe for world peace is a little bit of land for everyone.
Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty or humble, which constitute them, from the mighty peaks to the smalles of the tiny flowers hidden in the meadow's grass.
I think nobody owns the land until their dead are in it.
Maka le wakanâthe land is sacred. These words are at the core of our being. The land is our mother, the rivers our blood. Take away our land and we die. That is, the Indian in us dies. We'd become just suntanned white men, the jetsam snd floatsam of your great melting pot.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
The law of England is the greatest grievance of the nation, very expensive and dilatory.
Proclaim liberty throughout all the land unto all the inhabitants thereof.
A library is but the soul's burial-ground. It is the land of shadows.
The linden, in the fervors of July, Hums with a louder concert. When the wind Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime, As when some master-hand exulting sweeps The keys of some great organ, ye give forth The music of the woodland depths, a hymn Of gladness and of thanks.
Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force...When we are listened to, it creates us, makes us unfold and expand. Ideas actually begin to grow within us and come to life...When we listen to people there is an alternating current, and this recharges us so that we never get tired of each other...and it is this little creative fountain inside us that begins to spring and cast up new thoughts and unexpected laughter and wisdom. ...Well, it is when people really listen to us, with quiet facinated attention, that the little fountain begins to work again, to accelerate in the most surprising way. -Brenda Ueland.
