How can you buy the sky? Chief Seattle began.How can you own the rain and the wind?My mother told me,Every part of this earth is sacred to our people.Every pine needle. Every sandy shore.Every mist in the dark woods.Every meadow and humming insect.All are holy in the memory of our people.
by Susan Jeffers
(0 Reviews)

In "Brother Eagle, Sister Sky," Chief Seattle poses a profound question about the ownership of nature, emphasizing the importance of respecting the earth. He challenges the idea of purchasing aspects of the natural world, such as the sky, rain, and wind, underscoring that these elements cannot be owned by anyone. This sentiment reflects a deep reverence for nature, suggesting that true appreciation comes from understanding its sacredness.

The narrative conveys the belief that every part of the earth holds significance and spirituality for indigenous people. Chief Seattle's mother teaches him that the beauty and essence of nature, from the smallest pine needle to the vast meadows, are all holy and integral to their identity. This perspective invites a recognition of the interconnectedness of humanity and nature, urging a respectful coexistence rather than an exploitative approach.

Stats

Categories
Votes
0
Page views
4
Update
February 01, 2025

Rate the Quote

Add Comment & Review

User Reviews

Based on 0 reviews
5 Star
0
4 Star
0
3 Star
0
2 Star
0
1 Star
0
Add Comment & Review
We'll never share your email with anyone else.
More »

Other quotes in Brother Eagle, Sister Sky

More »

Other quotes in book quote

More »

Popular quotes

My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?
by David Mitchell
A half-read book is a half-finished love affair.
by David Mitchell
Travel far enough, you meet yourself.
by David Mitchell
Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.
by David Mitchell
The pollenless trees were genomed to repel bugs and birds; the stagnant air reeked of insecticide.
by David Mitchell
A random sequence of seemingly unrelated events.
by David Mitchell
People pontificate, "Suicide is selfishness." Career churchmen like Pater go a step further and call in a cowardly assault on the living. Oafs argue this specious line for varying reason: to evade fingers of blame, to impress one's audience with one's mental fiber, to vent anger, or just because one lacks the necessary suffering to sympathize. Cowardice is nothing to do with it - suicide takes considerable courage. Japanese have the right idea. No, what's selfish is to demand another to endure an intolerable existence, just to spare families, friends, and enemies a bit of soul-searching.
by David Mitchell
Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
by David Mitchell
You say you're 'depressed' - all i see is resilience. You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn't mean you're defective - it just means you're human.
by David Mitchell
I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world. And I'll be waiting for you there.
by David Mitchell