Aldo Leopold Sand County Almanac Quotes & Sayings

Everyone has something to offer. — Cindy McDonald

When I was a little kid I wanted to be an artist or a painter. But once I got into boxing, all I wanted was to box. — Emanuel Steward

We abuse land because we regard it as a commodity belonging to us. When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may begin to use it with love and respect. ~Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac — Aldo Leopold

Yes, but Chrysoprase the troll has this odd little thing about money that turns into lead the next day," said Teatime cheerfully. "So our friend needs to earn a little cash in a hurry and in a climate where arms and legs stay on. — Terry Pratchett

With sport went beer drinking and gambling - until recently restricted by the wowsers, but part of that code of mateship of men, that necessity constantly to demonstrate masculine sameness, which provided one of the most flattening sources of uniformity. — Donald Horne

I'm going to kill you."
"Babe, calm down," Vaughan whispered in my ear.
"Let me go."
"Don't think that's a good idea. You wanted to stay out of jail, remember?"
"I want to kill him more," I panted. "Much, much more. — Kylie Scott

I'm thankful for my struggle because without it I wouldn't have stumbled across my strength. — Alex Elle

We all know the definition of shattered: to break into pieces; to weaken, destroy; to damage, as by breaking or crushing.
But my story isn't about being shattered.
It's about surviving the pieces. — Nashoda Rose

Force is always beside the point when sublety will serve. — Darius I

So Justo comes to listen. The language always has been the most important act of separation anyway, as the bond is to the words more than to the land. Since nothing on maps reflects their existence, the extent of their "country" is the range of their language. But like the dances, the flag, and the celebrations, the words are banned, making a prayer whispered in Basque as illegal as a call to arms in the public square. — Dave Boling

Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I hate myself, but always I miss you — David Henry Hwang

I don't look like a desert person because I stay indoors most of the day and fool around at night. That's what the desert animals do - they don't have a tan either. — Captain Beefheart

Out of the clouds I hear a faint bark, as of a faraway dog. It is strange how the world cocks its ear to that sound, wondering. Soon it is louder: the honk of geese, invisible, but coming on.
The flock emerges from the low clouds, a tattered banner of birds, dipping and rising, blown up and blown down, blown together and blown apart, but advancing, the wind wrestling lovingly with each winnowing wing. When the flock is a blur in the far sky I hear the last honk, sounding taps for summer.
It is warm behind the driftwood now, for the wind has gone with the geese. So would I
if I were the wind. — Aldo Leopold