“The time will soon be here when my grandchild will long for the cry of a loon, the flash of a salmon, the whisper of spruce needles, or the screech of an eagle. But he will not make friends with any of these creatures and when his heart aches with longing, he will curse me. Have I done all to keep the air fresh? Have I cared enough about the water? Have I left the eagle to soar in freedom? Have I done everything I could to earn my grandchild's fondness?” HeartLongDoneEnoughLeftWaterAirCryCreaturesLongingCurseNativeFlashNative AmericanSoarGrandchildrenAcheEaglesNeedlesAmerican IndianFondnessNative American WisdomSalmonMy GrandchildrenGreat SpiritNative AmericaNative American IndianGreat Native AmericanNative American EarthIndian WisdomNative WisdomNative American Indian InspirationalHeart AcheNative American Dream Author:Chief Dan George
“Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear homevoices, Each note of which calls like a little sister, Those airs slow, slow ascending, as the smokewreaths Rise from the hearthstones of our native hamlets Cyrano Act 5.” HeartLittlesFamilyAirSweetNotesDearNativeEchoesLittle SisterAscending Author:Edmond Rostand
“The air of one's native country is the most healthy air.” CountryAirHealthyNativeNative Country Author:Anton Chekhov
“And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild, And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.” IfsWellsMayChildrenLongSoulDreamCareAirStagePoetEatingSummerMarriedSightMeetingsNotesWoodsStreamsFancyNativeMaskImmortalVersesSweetnessLinkedLapSweetestSockPierceAntiquesAnonPageantryRevelry Author:John Milton
“You will, I trust, resemble a forest plant, which has indeed, by some accident, been brought up in the greenhouse, and thus rendered delicate and effeminate, but which regains its native firmness and tenacity, when exposed for a season to the winter air.” AirSeasonsPlantWinterAccidentsForestsNativeExposedDelicateTenacityGreenhousesFirmness Book:Waverley Novels Source: Waverley Novels
“Spread outward. Crack the round dome. Break through. Have liberty not as the air within a grave Or down a well. Breathe freedom, oh, my native, In the space of horizons that neither love nor hate.” WellsHateFreedomSpaceLibertyBreakAirRoundsSpreadBreatheGravesNativeCracksHorizonBreak ThroughDomes Book:Collected Poems Source: Collected Poems
“The life of an Indian is like the wings of the air. That is why you notice the hawk knows how to get his prey. The Indian is like that. The hawk swoops down on its prey, so does the Indian. In his lament he is like an animal. For instance, the coyote is sly, so is the Indian. The eagle is the same. That is why the Indian is always feathered up, he is a relative to the wings of the air.” KnowsDoeAnimalKnow HowAirWingsInstanceIndianNativeRelativeNative AmericanPreyEaglesHawksLamentSlyCoyotes Book:The Sixth Grandfather: Black Elk's teachings given to John G. Neihardt Source: The Sixth Grandfather: Black Elk's teachings given to John G. Neihardt