The Seed Keeper Quotes

“Some seeds need fire to sprout. What if you’re that seed?”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“My father traveled now with the stars, returned to the vast mystery that had so fascinated him all his life.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“In this world there is no death. There is only the eternal cycle of birth and rebirth moving from one body to another. Our flesh lives in the belly of a deer, in the wing of a butterfly, in every seed you plant. Our bodies nourish the roots and leaves that keep us alive. When you care for the seeds, you care for all of our ancestors. Nothing is lost. Nothing is lost.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“Maybe we all carry that instinct to return home, to the horizon line that formed us, to the place where we first knew the world. Maybe it was that instinct driving me now.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“I decided to give Rosie all the facts I could—because that's how the corporations work against us, twisting the truth till we're at war with each other.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“The nation that destroys its soil destroys itself.’ Franklin D. Roosevelt.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“Everywhere I looked, I saw how seeds were holding the world together. They planted forests, covered meadows with wildflowers, sprouted in the cracks of sidewalks, or lay dormant until the long-awaited moment came, signaled by fire or rain or warmth. They filled the produce aisle in grocery stores. Seeds breathed and spoke in a language all their own. Each one was a miniature time capsule, capturing years of stories in its tender flesh. How ignorant I felt compared to the brilliance contained in a single seed.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“Each seed was made of an embryo, a seed coat, and something nutritious, almost like a packed lunch. The Mother Plant, like me, wanted only the best for her babies. Some plants, like dandelions, scattered their seeds in the wind, while others, like some pines, needed fire to open their cones. Somehow, the Mother knew to dry her seeds almost completely so they would sleep until the time was right to wake. Each seed held a trace of life that would spark when given water, when given the appropriate conditions.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“You wouldn’t recognize this land back then. Over thousands of years, the plants and animals worked with wind and fire until the land was covered in a sea of grass that was home to many relatives. The bison gave us everything, from thadó, our meat, to our clothing and thípi hides. His dung fertilized the soil. The prairie dogs opened up tunnels that brought air and water deep into the earth. Grasses that were as tall as a man set long roots that could withstand drought. When my grandfather was a boy, he woke each morning to the song of the meadowlark. The prairie showed us for many generations how to live and work together as one family. “And then the settlers came with their plows and destroyed the prairie in a single lifetime,” my father said. What I remember most, now, is his voice shaking with rage, his tobacco-stained fingers trembling as they held a hand-rolled cigarette, the way he drew smoke deep into his lungs.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“I didn't ask if he knew who had lived here before his family, before the government cut the woods and prairie into 160-acre pieces. I had no patience for teaching people their own history.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“if you can learn to come on quiet feet, and to listen, then you will never be without friends.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“Winter felt like a preview of what it meant to die, to be released from the ties that bind us, to be free of our bodies.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“I thought about the aftermath of the 1862 war, when thirty-eight hastily condemned warriors had been hung in Mankato, in the country's largest-ever mass execution. Their bodies were buried in shallow graves and then dug up for study by local doctors, including Dr. Mayo, who kept the body of Cut Nose for his personal examination.
I thought about my father losing his teaching job, about his struggle with depression and drinking. About how angry he was that our history was not taught in schools. Instead, we had to battle sports mascots and stereotypes. Movie actors in brownface. Tourists with cameras. Welfare lines. Alcoholism.
'After stealing everything,' he would rage, 'now they want to blame us for it, too.' Social services broke up Native families, sending children like me to white foster parents. Every week, the newspapers ran stories about Indians who rolled their cars while drunk or the rise of crack cocaine on the reservations or somebody's arrest for gang-related crimes. No wonder so many Native kids were committing suicide.
But there was so much more to the story of the run. What people didn't see because they chose never to look. Unlike the stone monument in New Ulm, built to memorialize the settlers' loss with angry pride, the Dakhota had created a living, breathing memorial that found healing in prayer and ceremony. What the two monuments shared, however, was remembering. We were all trying to find a way through grief.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“As parents, how do we answer it? Especially when we struggle with our own challenges, not realizing when we're young how much the past has shaped us, how we carry our parents' sorrow and that of the generations that came before them?”
― dIANE WILSON, The Seed Keeper

“I could sit there drinking coffee, or I could follow Darlene’s advice that there was still time to do better.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“As activist and scholar Harley Eagle once said, “We need to fall back in love with the earth.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“You have to heal yourself first before you can go out and change the world.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“History might have cost me my family and my language, but I was reclaiming a relationship with the earth, water, stars, and seeds that was thousands of years old.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“He said forgetting was easy. It’s the remembering that wears you down.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“forgetting was easy. It's the remembering that wears you down.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“I took pride in sizing up a person and knowing not only what they wanted but what they would settle for.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“He watched with the hunger of a man who believes that success comes with owning the right machine.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper

“What the white settlers called progress was a storm of fury thundering its way across the land, and none of us were strong enough to withstand it.”
― Diane Wilson, The Seed Keeper