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“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?”

“The old Lakota was wise. He knew that a man's heart away from nature becomes hard.”

Source: Land of the Spotted Eagle

“Any good thing you say to me shall not be forgotten. I shall carry it as near to my heart as my children, and it shall be as often on my tongue as the name of the Great Spirit.”

Heart Children Spirit Names My Heart Good Things Forgotten Tongue My Children Native Native American Great Spirit

Author:Ten Bears

“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.”

Heart Littles Family Air Sweet Notes Dear Native Echoes Little Sister Ascending

Author:Edmond Rostand

“A Native American grandfather was talking to his grandson about how he felt. He said, 'I feel as if I have two wolves fighting in my heart. One wolf is the vengeful, violent one, the other wolf is the loving compassionate one.' The grandson asked him, 'Which wolf will win the fight in your heart?' The grandfather answered, 'The one I feed.'”

Ifs Feels Heart Said Two Success Fighting Winning Felt Talking My Heart Words Of Wisdom Violent Native Compassionate Grandfather Native American Grandson Vengeful Two Wolves

Author:Black Hawk

“What I have left is from my native spring; I've still a heart that swells, in scorn of fate, And lifts me to my banks.”

Heart Stills Left Fate Spring Lifts Native Scorn

Author:John Dryden

“Love--what a volume in a word, an ocean in a tear, A seventh heaven in a glance, a whirlwind in a sigh, The lightning in a touch, a millennium in a moment, What concentrated joy or woe in blest or blighted love! For it is that native poetry springing up indigenous to Mind, The heart's own-country music thrilling all its chords, The story without an end that angels throng to hear, The word, the king of words, carved on Jehovah's heart!”

Source: Proverbial philosophy: a book of thoughts and arguments, originally treated

“[T]he individual in whom the will for the light is strong and clear finds his heart inextricably bound up with the struggle of the forces of light in his native place and time. Much as he may long for the opportunity of fuller self- expression in a happier world, he knows that for him self-expression is impossible save in the world in which his mind is rooted. The individual in whom the will for the light is weak soon persuades himself that his opportunity lies elsewhere.”

Source: Darkness and the light