The earth does not belong to us, we belong to the earth.
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.
We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.
Man does not weave this web of life. He is merely a strand of it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of spirit.
We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother’s heartbeat.
Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.
The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors.
When the last tree has been cut down, the last fish caught, the last river poisoned, only then will we realize that one cannot eat money.
Teach your children what we have taught our children: that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth.
One thing we know: our god is also your god.
The earth is not a gift from our ancestors, but a loan from our children.
The earth is our mother. We are like a watchman who is assigned to take care of her.
To harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.
The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children.
What is there to life if a man cannot hear the lovely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night?
This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth.
The earth is sacred and we belong to it, just as the trees and rivers and animals do.
Our ways are different from your ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man.
The beauty of the trees, the softness of the air, the fragrance of the grass, speak to me. The summit of the mountain, the thunder of the sky, the rhythm of the sea, speak to me. It is in this silence that I hear the voice of my ancestors.
We are part of the earth and it is part of us.
All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth.
What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of spirit.
Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth.
We are part of the earth and it is part of us.
The earth is our mother. We are like a watchman who is assigned to take care of her.
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people.
The earth is what we all have in common.
The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children.
The earth is not a gift from our ancestors, but a loan from our children.
One thing we know: our god is also your god. The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.
Our ways are different from your ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man.
The beauty of the trees, the softness of the air, the fragrance of the grass, speak to me. The summit of the mountain, the thunder of the sky, the rhythm of the sea, speak to me. It is in this silence that I hear the voice of my ancestors.
We are all connected. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth.
To harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.
The earth is sacred and we belong to it, just as the trees and rivers and animals do.
We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother’s heartbeat.
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people.
Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.
The earth does not belong to us, we belong to the earth.
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.
We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.
Man does not weave this web of life. He is merely a strand of it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of spirit.
We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother’s heartbeat.
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