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“Until we understand what the land is, we are at odds with everything we touch. And to come to that understanding it is necessary, even now, to leave the regions of our conquest - the cleared fields, the towns and cities, the highways - and re-enter the woods. For only there can a man encounter the silence and the darkness of his own absence. Only in this silence and darkness can he recover the sense of the world's longevity, of its ability to thrive without him, of his inferiority to it and his dependence on it. Perhaps then, having heard that silence and seen that darkness, he will grow humble before the place and begin to take it in - to learn from it what it is. As its sounds come into his hearing, and its lights and colors come into his vision, and its odors come into his nostrils, then he may come into its presence as he never has before, and he will arrive in his place and will want to remain. His life will grow out of the ground like the other lives of the place, and take its place among them. He will be with them - neither ignorant of them, nor indifferent to them, nor against them - and so at last he will grow to be native-born. That is, he must reenter the silence and the darkness, and be born again.
(pg. 27, "A Native Hill")”
― Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays

“I NAME THIS LAND TOMORROW, FOR IT SHALL LAST FOREVERMORE!”
― Cressida Cowell, How to Break a Dragon's Heart

“Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to anything.”
― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

“It is possible, I think, to say that... a Christian agriculture [is] formed upon the understanding that it is sinful for people to misuse or destroy what they did not make. The Creation is a unique, irreplaceable gift, therefore to be used with humility, respect, and skill.”
― Wendell Berry, The Unsettling of America: Culture and Agriculture

“To husband is to use with care, to keep, to save, to make last, to conserve. Old usage tells us that there is a husbandry also of the land, of the soil, of the domestic plants and animals - obviously because of the importance of these things to the household. And there have been times, one of which is now, when some people have tried to practice a proper human husbandry of the nondomestic creatures in recognition of the dependence of our households and domestic life upon the wild world. Husbandry is the name of all practices that sustain life by connecting us conservingly to our places and our world; it is the art of keeping tied all the strands in the living network that sustains us.

And so it appears that most and perhaps all of industrial agriculture's manifest failures are the result of an attempt to make the land produce without husbandry.”
― Wendell Berry, Bringing it to the Table: On Farming and Food

“But land is land, and it's safer than the stocks and bonds of Wall Street swindlers.”
― Eugene O'Neill, Long Day’s Journey into Night

“In no man's land, alien is the queen.”
― Toba Beta

“I seen hundreds of men come by on the road anâ€� on the ranches, with their bindles on their back anâ€� that same damn thing in their heads . . . every damn one of ’em’s got a little piece of land in his head. Anâ€� never a God damn one of ’em ever gets it. Just like heaven. Ever’body wants a little piece of lanâ€�. I read plenty of books out here. Nobody never gets to heaven, and nobody gets no land.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

“Over a long time, the coming and passing of several generations, the old farm had settled into its patterns and cycles of work - its annual plowing moving from field to field; its animals arriving by birth or purchase, feeding and growing, thriving and departing. Its patterns and cycles were virtually the farm's own understanding of what it was doing, of what it could do without diminishment. This order was not unintelligent or rigid. It tightened and slackened, shifted and changed in response to the markets and the weather. The Depression had changed it somewhat, and so had the war. But through all changes so far, the farm had endured. Its cycles of cropping and grazing, thought and work, were articulations of its wish to cohere and to last. The farm, so to speak, desired all of its lives to flourish.
Athey was not exactly, or not only, what is called a "landowner." He was the farm's farmer, but also its creature and belonging. He lived its life, and it lived his; he knew that, of the two lives, his was meant to be the smaller and the shorter.”
― Wendell Berry, Jayber Crow

“for years now there had been no country here but the war.”
― Michael Herr, Dispatches

“When a handful of students came to RBG in 1970 and asked her to teach the first-ever Rutgers class on women and the law, she was ready to agree. It took her only about a month to read every federal decision and every law review article about women’s status. There wasn’t much. One popular textbook included the passage “Land, like woman, was meant to be possessed.”
― Irin Carmon, Notorious RBG: The Life and Times of Ruth Bader Ginsburg

“Your topsoil's a disaster area â€� it's starved for nitrogen, it's been fertilized for years by the criminally insane, and whatever thief put in your irrigation system ought to be flogged through the fleet.”
― Peter S. Beagle, Tamsin

“The fields are black and ploughed, and they lie like a great fan before us, with their furrows gathered in some hand beyond the sky, spreading forth from that hand, opening wide apart as they come toward us, like black pleats that sparkle with thin, green spangles.”
― Ayn Rand, Anthem

“There was only silence. It was the silence of matter caught in the act and embarrassed. There were no cells moving, and yet there were cells. I could see the shape of the land, how it lay holding silence. Its poise and its stillness were unendurable, like the ring of the silence you hear in your skull when you're little and notice you're living the ring which resumes later in life when you're sick.”
― Annie Dillard, Teaching a Stone to Talk: Expeditions and Encounters

“It would not be an exaggeration to say that the land question in Zimbabwe is the single most decisive one.”
― Christopher Hitchens, Inequalities in Zimbabwe

“I always have believed that we should not call it an Arab-Israeli issue or a Palestinian-Arab dispute or a peace negotiation. I think we should call it what it is: an occupation of Palestine, full stop. This is not a popular position in mixed company.”
― Talal Abu-Ghazaleh, Blankets become Jackets

“Without the land there is no nation.”
― Sero Khanzadyan

“I will land on my feet with a smile on my face.”
― Diane Cook

“When you are on the air, there is no land you need to call home.”
― Grigoris Deoudis

“We’re not eight kingdoms, but an entire land with one heartbeat. It’s why people like you and I need to record our people’s stories so we can find those moments when our paths cross, and only then will we know true peace.”
― Melina Marchetta, Ferragost

“Sure, cried the tenant men, but it's our land. We measured it and broke it up. We were born on it, and we got killed on it, died on it. Even if it's no good, it's still ours. That's what makes it ours-being born on it, working it, dying on it.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

“There wasn’t a question of what compromise there should be or what kind of peace process we should engage in. There was only one discussion: How do we remove the colonial power that is occupying our
country?”
― Talal Abu-Ghazaleh, Blankets become Jackets

“The land remembers the hands that tend it, and in its green, eternal memory, it holds the promise of tomorrow.”
― Aloo Denish Obiero

“We wolves will forever be in this land, for our spirits run heavy in this place. We are made of the very earth of this land.

Our spirits are the moon over the lake, of the vapor of the breaths when we run hard through fields on cold fall nights with the stars all above and around us and shining off the perfect calm of the water. Our spirit is when we are tracking deer on cold winter days, of the chase and the precise timing of the kill, and then sleeping curled together for warmth in deep snow, mouths covered in fresh, dried blood from our feasting. Our spirit is of the dark and wind and perfect stillness before a summer storm and the sounds of slow, rolling thunder off the lake, echoing through the trees. Our spirit is the smell of wet grass and wildflowers, and all the bright colors of the land and water and sky.”
― Thomas D. Peacock, The Wolf's Trail: An Ojibwe Story, Told by Wolves

“. . . the Native American relationship with the land is very important . . . One could not any more own the land than one could own the air above the land or the rain that fell on it or the animals that lived on it. Land is so important and place is so important to tribal people that history for them is more a function of place than of time. People are associated with a particular region, the region is the centre of their world . . . consequently, that land is so intricately bound into the very soul of most tribal people that it's not something that you trade back and forth. And when they were forced to trade lands in the early part of the nineteenth century, and to give up land, in order to survive, it was a very traumatic experience for them. Another thing to remember is that most of the religious beliefs of tribal people are site-specific, and by that I mean that their cosmology, the powers in their universe, are also tied to the particular area in which they live. - David Edmunds, Professor of American History at the University of Texas”
― Neil MacGregor, A History of the World in 100 Objects

“Calling the police is like playing a game of Russian Roulette, as you may land on the bullet of the corrupt police officer!”
― Steven Magee

“The land does not belong to us, we belong to it.”
― Nitzan Hamburg

“Brazilië was een rijk land vol arme mensen.”
― Stasio Komar, De Liefdader

“Those who want to sell their portion of the earth would not find enough motivation to build it.”
― Seun Ayilara

“He does not understand that no ones own this land; this is for all people to share. He does not understand that he cannot own this land, but he keeps trying.”
― Lora Chilton, 1666