If a man own land the land owns him.
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That which is built upon the land goes with the land.
In the country, especially, there are such a lot of entertaining things. I can walk over everybody's land, and look at everybody's view, and dabble in everybody's brook; and enjoy it just as much as though I owned the land--and with no taxes to pay!
Do not be afraid to fall, be afraid to to land... For no one has ever died from falling they have died from landing instantaneously.
God has given us all different abilities and gifts, so that through them we can bring God__ love and His presence into the land where we are called
I sat against one of the house__ clay walls. The kinship I felt suddenly for the old land... it surprised me. I__ been gone long enough to forget and be forgotten. I had a home in a land that might as well be in another galaxy to the people sleeping on the other side of the wall I leaned against. I thought I had forgotten about this land. But I hadn__. And, under the bony glow of a halfmoon, I sensed Afghanistanhumming under my feet. Maybe Afghanistan hadn__ forgotten me either. I looked westward and marveled that, somewhere over those mountains, Kabul still existed. It really existed, not just as an old memory, or as the heading of an AP story on page 15 of the San FranciscoChronicle. Somewhere over those mountains in the west slept the city where my harelipped brother and I had run kites. Somewhere over there, the blindfolded man from my dream had died a needless death. Once, over those mountains, I had made a choice. And now, a quarter of a century later, that choice had landed me right back on this soil.
God indeed could show up, but we must first show good stewardship by taking good care of our land.
I wonder if much that ails our society stems from the fact that we have allowed ourselves to be cut off from that love of, and from, the land. It is medicine for broken land and empty hearts.
He said he owned the land,He said he owned the sea,Through his sweet lies and manipulation,He was trying to own me
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.
The land is always there...it is you who has to return
In Egypt, like everywhere, the land is made to fit the sky; but here it is more so. Here it is possible to say, __his is land," and point, and __his is sky," and point, but the eyes can__ discover the dividing line.
And I will raise up for them a plant of renown, and they shall be no more consumed with hunger in the land, neither bear the shame of the heathen any more.
Listen, gods die when they are forgotten. People too. But the land's still here. The good places, and the bad. The land isn't going anywhere. And neither am I.
Thanks to the centrifugal pump, places like Nebraska, Kansas, Oklahoma, and Texas had thrown on the garments of fertility for a century, pretending to greenery and growth as they mined glacial water from ten-thousand-year-old aquifers. They'd played dress-up-in-green and pretended it could last forever. They'd pumped up the Ice Age and spread it across the land, and for a while they'd turned their dry lands lush. Cotton, wheat, corn, soybeans -- vast green acreages, all because someone could get a pump going. Those places had dreamed of being different from what they were. They'd had aspirations. And then the water ran out, and they fell back, realizing too late that their prosperity was borrowed, and there would be no more coming.
Harvest is a joyful time of gathering the produce of the land
For most of human history people owned other people. Then, only a hundred and fifty years ago, our ancestors figured out that was a bad idea. One day we__l figure out, or our descendants will figure out, that people owning land they don__ live on or work is a bad idea too.
Mercy and cowardice are the same," she snapped out. "But you want their land, not their lives, no? Dead men can't obey.