There was a man who killed a buffalo bull to no purpose, only he wanted the blood on his hands.
N. Scott MomadayThe events of one’s life take place, take place. How often have I used this expression, and how often have I stopped to think about what it means? Events do indeed take place, they have meaning in relation to things around them.
N. Scott MomadayWe are what we imagine. Our very existence consists in our imagination of ourselves. Our best destiny is to imagine, at least, completely, who and what, and that we are. The greatest tragedy that can befall us is to go unimagined.
N. Scott MomadayStichwörter: self
To look upon that landscape in the early morning, with the sun at your back, is to lose the sense of proportion.
N. Scott MomadayStichwörter: sun native-american n-scott-momaday the-way-to-rainy-mountain
We perceive existence by means of words and names. To this or that vague, potential thing I will give a name, and it will exist thereafter, and its existence will be clearly perceived. The name enables me to see it. I can call it by its name, and I can see it for what it is.
N. Scott MomadayIf coupling should but make us whole / And of the selfsame mind and soul, / Then couple let's in celebration; / We have contained the population.
N. Scott MomadayStichwörter: love parenthood
A word has power in and of itself. It comes from nothing into sound and meaning; it gives origin to all things.
N. Scott MomadayIt was not an exclamation so much, I think, as it was a warding off, an exertion of language upon ignorance and disorder.
N. Scott MomadayOnce in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth. He ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience; to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon it. He ought to imagine that he touches it with his hands at every season and listens to the sounds that are made upon it. He ought to imagine the creatures there and all the faintest motions of the wind. He ought to recollect the glare of the moon and the colors of the dawn and dusk.
N. Scott MomadayIn the beginning was the word, and it was spoken.
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