Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children.— Crazy Horse
Professional Mother Earth quotations
They claim this mother of ours, the Earth, for their own use, and fence their neighbors away from her, and deface her with their buildings and their refuse.
No human being should ever have to fear for his own life because of political or religious beliefs. We are all in this together, my friends, the rich, the poor, the red, white, black, brown and yellow. We share responsibility for Mother Earth and those who live and breathe upon her ..never forget that.
Earth does not belong to us; we belong to earth. Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.
The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it.
Africa is our center of gravity, our cultural and spiritual mother and father, our beating heart, no matter where we live on the face of this earth.
All men were made brothers. The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it. You might as well expect the rivers to run backward as that any man who was born free should be content when penned up and denied liberty to go where he pleases.
I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
We are all children of the Great Spirit, we all belong to Mother Earth.
Our planet is in great trouble and if we keep carrying old grudges and do not work together, we will all die.
The old Lakota was wise. He knew that man's heart, away from nature, becomes hard; he knew that lack of respect for growing, living things soon led to lack of respect for humans too.
The environment is where we all meet;
where all have a mutual interest; it is the one thing all of us share.
What is this you call property? It cannot be the earth, for the land is our mother, nourishing all her children, beasts, birds, fish and all men. The woods, the streams, everything on it belongs to everybody and is for the use of all. How can one man say it belongs only to him?
If we throw mother nature out the window, she comes back in the door with a pitchfork.
The more our world functions like the natural world, the more likely we are to endure on this home that is ours, but not ours alone.
To reach your heart, as every indigenous tribe I know has told me, you must first remember your Divine Mother... Your Mother is alive and very much conscious... Earth is not a rock, she has a name and a personality in the cosmos. And believe me, she knows your name.
The land is sacred. These words are at the core of your being. The land is our mother, the rivers our blood. Take our land away and we die. That is, the Indian in us dies.
Dig a trench through a landfill and you will see layers of phone books like geographical strata or layers of cake.... During a recent landfill dig in Phoenix, I found newspapers dating from 1952 that looked so fresh you might read one over breakfast.
We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them.
We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved.
We shall continue to have a worsening ecologic crisis until we reject the Christian axiom that nature has no reason for existence save to serve man.
We can not have equilibrium in this world with the current inequality and destruction of Mother Earth. Capitalism is what is causing this problem and it needs to end.
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.
Because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us.
The mother of the year should be a sterilized woman with two adopted children
I hold that when a person dies / His soul returns again to earth;
/ Arrayed in some new flesh disguise / Another mother gives him birth / With sturdier limbs and brighter brain.
Superstition is to religion what astrology is to astronomy the mad daughter of a wise mother. These daughters have too long dominated the earth.
Every baby's first breath on Earth could be one of peace and love.
Every mother should be healthy and strong. Every birth could be safe and loving. But our world is not there yet
Waste not the smallest thing created, for grains of sand make mountains, and atomies infinity.
They kill good trees to put out bad newspapers.
Imagine that the world had created a new 'dream product' to feed and immunize everyone born on earth. Imagine also that it was available everywhere, required no storage or delivery, and helped mothers plan their families and reduce the risk of cancer. Then imagine that the world refused to use it.
When you defile the pleasant streams, And the wild bird's abiding place, You massacre a million dreams, And cast your spittle in God's face
The liveness in me just loves to feel the liveness in growing things, in grass and rain and leaves and flowers and sun and feathers and furs and earth and sand and moss.
The old Lakota was wise. He knew that a man's heart away from nature becomes hard.
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it's time to reflect on what's come before.
Kuwait is the mother and father, Earth and it's supplies. She is the past, present and future.
In America today you can murder land for private profit.
You can leave the corpse for all to see, and nobody calls the cops.