Best Land Quotes

I am talking about societies drained of their essence, cultures trampled underfoot, institutions undermined, lands confiscated, religions smashed, magnificent artistic creations destroyed, extraordinary possibilities wiped out.

Forests are the lungs of our land.

Buy land. They ain’t making any more of the stuff.

You will find joy, frustration and sorrow in your quest. Never forget that friendship and loyalty are more precious than riches…Happiness can be brief, but it knows no time in the land of dreams.

The making of an American begins at the point where he himself rejects all other ties, any other history, and himself adopts the vesture of his adopted land.

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

Don’t wait to buy land, buy land and wait.

Kind messages, that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart’s deep history, In which we feel the pressure of a hand,– One touch of fire,–and all the rest is mystery!

Health in all lands is among the indispensable guarantees of human progress.

Satisfy yourself beyond all doubt that you are qualified for the course to which you now aspire…..and try to achieve something in your own land before you venture on a strange one.

Make sure when you fall you land on your back if you can see you can get up.

Having lost Rhett, she can always return to the land – to Tara, to soak up its strength. . . . Tara! . . . Home. I’ll go home, and I’ll think of some way to get him back! After all, tomorrow is another day!

My boy, we are pilgrims in an unholy land.

In Palestine, the Israelis claim they found a land without people,’ a Syrian officer explained to us. ‘Now they will take southern Lebanon and claim they have found another land without people if these refugees do not return.

America is now a land that rewards failure – at the personal, corporate, and state level.

What I was trying to convey there was the kind of waste land that was left after the war. It was a bit like one always thinks of war, you know, stark scenery and no birds, no trees, no leaves, nothing living. And just emptiness.

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.

I see an America whose rivers and valleys and lakes hills and streams and plains the mountains over our land and nature’s wealth deep under the earth are protected as the rightful heritage of all the people.

The people know what the land knows.

. . . the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony and man – all belong to the same family. . . . The White Man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers.

I’ve got everything I need: a nice piece of land with hawks and owls and incredible sunsets, and the good will of my neighbors.

Mister, I ain’t a boy, no I’m a man, and I believe in a promised land.

I’m an American who loves an America which doesn’t exist, which is a land of freedom and free ideas.

Every one of us gets to find our way, hopefully surrounded by love, but we still have to pick out our own way through the land mines of life. By accepting this and relinquishing control, there’s just extraordinary beauty.

The society of merchants can be defined as a society in which things disappear in favor of signs. When a ruling class measures its fortunes, not by the acre of land or the ingot of gold, but by the number of figures corresponding ideally to a certain number of exchange operations, it thereby condemns itself to setting a certain kind of humbug at the center of its experience and its universe. A society founded on signs is, in its essence, an artificial society in which man’s carnal truth is handled as something artificial.

Time was when education moved toward soil, not away from it.

Conservation is a state of harmony between men and land.

Land was created to provide a place for boats to visit.

You force people to stop asking questions, and before you know it they have auctioned off the question mark, or sold it for scrap. No boldness. No good ideas for fixing what’s broken in the land. Because if you happen to mention it’s broken, you are automatically disqualified.

I am not one of those who left the land to the mercy of its enemies. Their flattery leaves me cold, my songs are not for them to praise.

In the past we have had a light which flickered, in the present we have a light which flames, and in the future there will be a light which shines over all the land and sea.

The United States is a land of free speech. Nowhere is speech freer – not even here where we sedulously cultivate it even in its most repulsive form.

To every people the land is given on condition. Perceived or not, there is a Covenant, beyond the constitution, beyond sovereign guarantee, beyond the nation’s sweetest dreams of itself.

My grandpa taught me how to live off the land.

I knew, as every peasant does, that land can never be truly owned. We are the keepers of the soil, the curators of trees.