My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain. — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
Our people are ebbing away like a rapidly receding tide that will never return. The white man's God cannot love our people,… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
Our God, the Great Spirit, seems also to have forsaken us. Your God makes your people wax stronger every day. Soon they… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
The white man's God cannot love our people or He would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
Our religion is the traditions of our ancestors - the dreams of our old men, given them in solemn hours of the… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
When the last red man shall have perished from the earth and his memory among the white men shall have become a… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
Your God is not our God! Your God loves your people and hates mine! He folds his strong protecting arms lovingly about… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
“My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain...There was a time when our people covered the land… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
Your God loves your people and hates mine; he folds his strong arms lovingly around the white man and leads him as… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
Tribe follows tribe, nations follow nations like the tides of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless. — Chief Seattle Copy Share
Your God loves your people and hates mine; he folds his strong arms lovingly around the white man and leads him as a father… — Chief Seattle Copy Share
We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for… — Chief Seattle Copy Share
Our people are ebbing away like a rapidly receding tide that will never return. The white man's God cannot love our people, or He… — Chief Seattle Copy Share
“The white man will never be alone. Let him be just, and deal kindly with my people. For the dead are not powerless.” — Chief Seattle Copy Share
You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of your grandfathers. So that they will respect the land,… — Chief Seattle Copy Share
When the Earth is sick, the animals will begin to disappear, when that happens, The Warriors of the Rainbow will come to save them. — Chief Seattle Copy Share
The earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man… — Chief Seattle Copy Share
What is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the… — Chief Seattle Copy Share
All things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man... the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. — Chief Seattle Copy Share
To us, the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground. — Chief Seattle Copy Share
