We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our ...

We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children

There is no such place as away.

This We Know. All Things Are Connected

Take only memories, leave only footprints.

There is no death, only a change of worlds.

My words are like the stars that never change.

Every part of the earth is sacred to my people.

We are a part of the earth and it is part of us.

All things are bound together. All things connect.

To harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.

Man belongs to the Earth, Earth does not belong to man

The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.

The Earth does not belong to us: we belong to the Earth.

Take nothing but memories, leave nothing but footprints!

All things are connected like the blood which unites one family.

Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.

All creation is one. What we do to one, we do to the entire web of life.

Humans merely share the Earth. We can only protect the land, not own it.

My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain.

Like a man who has been dying for many days, a man in your city is numb to the stench.

All things are connected. Whatever befalls the Earth, befalls the children of the Earth.

To us, the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground.

If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

We do not own the freshness of the air or the sparkle of the water. How can you buy them from us?

Earth does not belong to us; we belong to earth. Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.

How can your God become our God and renew our prosperity and awaken in us dreams of returning greatness?

What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, men would die from great loneliness of spirit

We are part of the earth and it is part of us ... What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.

How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? ... The end of living and the beginning of survival.

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? For if all the beast were gone, man would die of a great loneliness of the spirit.

Tribe follows tribe, nations follow nations like the tides of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless.

All things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man... the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

Your religion was written on tablets of stone, ours on our hearts. 8. We are part of the earth and the earth is part of us.

Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless.

When the Earth is sick, the animals will begin to disappear, when that happens, The Warriors of the Rainbow will come to save them.

What is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the pool at night?

The earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.

When the green hills are covered with talking wires and the wolves no longer sing, what good will the money you paid for our land be then

Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only change of worlds.

Whatever Seattle says, the great chief at Washington can rely upon with as much certainty as he can upon the return of the sun or the seasons.

Day and night cannot dwell together. The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the White Man, as the morning mist flees before the morning sun.

Our God, the Great Spirit, seems also to have forsaken us. Your God makes your people wax stronger every day. Soon they will fill all the land.

Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will we realise that we can not eat money.

The whites, too, shall pass - perhaps sooner than other tribes. Continue to contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.

Our people are ebbing away like a rapidly receding tide that will never return. The white man's God cannot love our people, or He would protect them.

The white man's God cannot love our people or He would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help. How then can we be brothers?

I will not dwell on, nor mourn over, our untimely decay, nor reproach my paleface brothers with hastening it, as we too may have been somewhat to blame.

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. All things are bound together. All things connect.

Revenge by young men is considered gain, even at the cost of their own lives, but old men who stay at home in times of war, and mothers who have sons to lose, know better.

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