Quotes
Quotes about Land
You, the Spirit of the Settlement! ... Not understand that America is God's crucible, the great melting-pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming! Here, you stand, good folk, think I, when I see them at Ellis Island, here you stand in your fifty groups, with your fifty languages and histories, and your fifty blood hatreds and rivalries... - Melting Pot, The.
As I came down the Highgate Hill, The Highgate Hill, the Highgate Hill, As I came down the Highgate Hill I met the sun's bravado, And saw below me, fold on fold, Grey to pearl and pearl to gold, This London like a land of old, The land of Eldorado.
Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain.
There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.
There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.
If I am unaware of love, I live drably. If I become intoxicated with love, I live in dreamland. If I recognize love, and shake his hand then comfort, dreams, and sometimes intoxication become mine to drench in and give away as well. -Nellie Curtiss.
From the lone shielding on the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas-- But still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides.
Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land--Good Night!
Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!
I can't but say it is an awkward sight To see one's native land receding through The growing waters; it unmans one quite, Especially when life is rather new.
And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.
They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand!
Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!
Ten years from now I plan to be sitting here, looking out over my land. I hope I'll be writing books, but if not, I'll be on my pond fishing with my kids. I feel like the luckiest guy I know.
No man is an island entire of itself; every man is part of the main ... Any man's death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee. More mankind quotes coming soon. If you have a quote or proverb about mankind, please use the "Submit a Quote" form below to have your mankind quote reviewed by an editor. Suggestions or comments on this site? Send an email -John Donne.
We've been together now for forty years, An' it don't seem a day too much; There ain't a lady livin' in the land As I'd swop for my dear old Dutch.
When May, with cowslip-braided locks, Walks through the land in green attire. And burns in meadow-grass the phlox His torch of purple fire: . . . . And when the punctual May arrives, With cowslip-garland on her brow, We know what once she gave our lives, And cannot give us now!
Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands, And many friends I've met; Not one fair scene or kindly smile Can this fond heart forget.
It sounds like stories from the land of spirits, If any man obtain that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains.
We never valued this poor seat of England, And therefore, living hence, did give ourself To barbarous license; as 'tis ever common That men are merriest when they are from home.
If people really liked to work, we'd still be plowing the land with sticks and transporting goods on our backs.
But strong of limb And swift of foot misfortune is, and, far Outstripping all, comes to every land, And there wreaks evil on mankind, which prayers Do afterwards redress.
It is pleasant, when the sea runs high, to view from land the great distress of another. [Lat., Suave mari magno, turbantibus aequora ventis E terra magnum alterius spectare laborum.]
