I salute the light within your eyes where the whole universe dwells. For when you are at that center within you and I am at that place within me, we shall be one.— Crazy Horse
Controversy Great Native American quotations
If you talk to the animals they will talk with you and you will know each other.
If you do not talk to them you will not know them and what you do not know, you will fear. What one fears, one destroys.
We do not want churches because they will teach us to quarrel about God.
We do not want to learn that. We may quarrel with men sometimes about things on this earth, but we never quarrel about the Great Spirit. We do not want to learn that.
At the center of the universe dwells the Great Spirit.
And that center is really everywhere. It is within each of us.
Where no one intrudes, many can live in harmony.
How smooth must be the language of the whites, when they can make right look like wrong, and wrong like right.
There is no death, only a change of worlds.
We were taught to believe that the Great Spirit sees and hears everything, and that he never forgets; that hereafter he will give every man a spirit-home according to his deserts: if he has been a good man, he will have a good home; if he has been a bad man, he will have a bad home. This I believe, and all my people believe the same.
The path to glory is rough, and many gloomy hours obscure it.
May the Great Spirit shed light on your path, so that you may never experience the humility that the power of the American government has reduced me to. This is the wish of a man who, in his native forests, was once as proud and bold as yourself.
Everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the power of the world always works in circles.
I do not see a delegation for the four-footed.
I see no seat for the eagles. We forget and we consider ourselves superior, but we are after all a mere part of the Creation. And we must continue to understand where we are. And we stand between the mountain and the ant, somewhere and there only, as part of the Creation.
The voice of the Great Spirit is heard in the twittering of birds, the rippling of mighty waters, and the sweet breathing of flowers.
My reason teaches me that land cannot be sold.
The Great Spirit gave it to his children to live upon. So long as they occupy and cultivate it, they have a right to the soil. Nothing can be sold but such things as can be carried away
I hope the Great Heavenly Father, who will look down upon us, will give all the tribes his blessing, that we may go forth in peace, and live in peace all our days, and that He will look down upon our children and finally lift us far above this earth.
This war did not spring up on our land, this war was brought upon us by the children of the Great Father who came to take our land without a price, and who, in our land, do a great many evil things... This war has come from robbery - from the stealing of our land.
Brothers, we must be united; we must smoke the same pipe; we must fight each other's battles; and more than all, we must love the Great Spirit.
My art speaks and will continue to speak, transcending barriers of nationality, language and other forces that may be divisive, fortifying the greatness of the spirit that has always been the foundation of the Ojibwa people.
Knowledge was inherent in all things. The world was a library.
Children must early learn the the beauty of generosity.
They are taught to give what they prize most, that they may taste the happiness of giving.
Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.
You ask me to plow the ground. Shall I take a knife and tear my mother's bosom? Then when I die she will not take me to her bosom to rest.
When the Earth is sick, the animals will begin to disappear, when that happens, The Warriors of the Rainbow will come to save them.
We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills, and winding streams with tangled growth as wild. Earth was beautiful and we were surrounded with the blessings of the Great Mystery.
A wee child toddling in a wonder world, I prefer to their dogma my excursions into the natural gardens where the voice of the Great Spirit is heard in the twittering of birds, the rippling of mighty waters, and the sweet breathing of flowers. If this is Paganism, then at present, at least, I am a Pagan.
Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.
It is not necessary for eagles to be crows. Now we are poor but we are free. No white man controls our footsteps. If we must die, we die defending our rights.
Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.
I was born where there were no enclosures.
I know Great Spirit is looking down upon me from above, and will hear what I say.
We were contented to let things remain as the Great Spirit Chief made them.
They were not; and would change the rivers and mountains if they did not suit them.
Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view and demand that they respect yours.
Each soul must meet the morning sun, the new sweet earth and the Great Silence alone.
The old people came literally to love the soil and they sat or reclined on the ground with a feeling of being close to a mothering power. The soil was soothing, strengthening, cleansing and healing.
We are going by you without fighting if you will let us, but we are going by you anyhow!