I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace. They are medicine, and I would eventually die a lingering death. I had rather die on the field of battle.
SITTING BULLIf a man loses anything and goes back and looks carefully for it, he will find it.
More Sitting Bull Quotes
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I will remain what I am until I die, a hunter, and when there are no buffalo or other game I will send my children to hunt and live on prairie, for where an Indian is shut up in one place his body becomes weak.
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I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.
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If a man loses anything and goes back and looks carefully for it, he will find it.
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I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace.
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What white woman, however lonely, was ever captive or insulted by me? Yet they say I am a bad Indian.
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Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.
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If I agree to dispose of any part of our land to the white people I would feel guilty of taking food away from our children’s mouths, and I do not wish to be that mean.
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Every seed is awakened, and all animal life.
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He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart he put other different desires.
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Healthy feet can feel the very heart of Mother Earth.
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Therefore, I do not wish to consider any proposition to cede any portion of our tribal holdings to the Great Father.
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There are things they tell us that sound good to hear, but when they have accomplished their purpose they will go home and will not try to fulfill our agreements with them.
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Inside of me there are two dogs. One is mean and evil and the other is good and they fight each other all the time. When asked which one wins I answer, the one I feed the most.
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I want to tell you that if the Great Spirit had chosen anyone to be the chief of this country, it is myself.
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A cold wind blew on the prairie on the day the last buffalo fell. A death wind for my people.
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