#prairie

The land belongs to the future, Carl; that's the way it seems to me. How many of the names on the county clerk's plat will be there in fifty years? I might as well try to will the sunset over there to my brother's children. We come and go, but the land is always here. And the people who love it and understand it are the people who own it--for a little while. ↗

— Willa Cather

#land #prairie #love

Trees were so rare in that country, and they had to make such a hard fight to grow, that we used to feel anxious about them, and visit them as if they were persons. ↗

— Willa Cather

#prairie #trees #nature

As I looked about me I felt that the grass was the country, as the water is the sea. The red of the grass made all the great prairie the colour of winestains, or of certain seaweeds when they are first washed up. And there was so much motion in it; the whole country seemed, somehow, to be running. ↗

— Willa Cather

#nature #prairie #similies #nature

I felt only as a man can feel who is roaming over the prairies of the far West, well armed, and mounted on a fleet and gallant steed. ↗

— Buffalo Bill

#far #feel #felt #fleet #gallant

My grandmother was born in 1900, and she would regale me with tales I call 'Little House on the Prairie' tales, but they were tales of segregated and racist America growing up in Alabama and Mississippi, where she came from. ↗

— David Alan Grier

#america #born #call #came #grandmother

One could drive a prairie schooner through any part of his argument and never scrape against a fact. ↗

— David F. Houston

#any #argument #could #drive #fact

I have, for many years past, contemplated the noble races of red men who are now spread over these trackless forests and boundless prairies, melting away at the approach of civilization. ↗

— George Catlin

#away #boundless #civilization #contemplated #forests

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#alone #bee #bees #clover #few

I always thought of myself as a good old South Dakota boy who grew up here on the prairie. ↗

— George McGovern

#boy #dakota #good #grew #here

Not a breath of air stirred over the free and open prairie; the clouds were like light piles of cotton; and where the blue sky was visible, it wore a hazy and languid aspect. ↗

— Francis Parkman

#aspect #blue #blue sky #breath #clouds