Quotes About Inheritance

I have Scottish genes: my grandfather was Scottish. My father was a voracious drinker. So, drinking came naturally to me.

I know people voted for me only in my father's name.

The children of politicians learn the allure and tricks of politics along with their alphabet. They inherit a network of useful contacts, and - if they're lucky - a name that confers instant voter recognition.

I always wrote. My parents are writers. It just seemed like something people did.

My parents separated when I was two, and then my father passed away, so I never really knew that side of the family.

I come from a family of servants. My father's father was a servant, and my father's father's father was a slave.

I have my dad's shape. No booty.

As I walk to my office every morning, I know I stand on the shoulders of those who came before me.

I didn't have the drive; I never wanted to be in show business. I went into my father's business because of osmosis.

There's a lot of people in show business who have show business parents.

It's great to have something to fall back upon. I don't come from a business family; so I thought of starting something so that my kids also have some backing in future.

I don't have any children, but I can leave my land to an animal sanctuary. That is what I dream about, not bags, not shoes.

My parents are both artists, they had a theater company in the Bay Area for a long time called Virago. I never really had a choice - when I was two years old, I was the baby in a play that they did, and it kind of just happened naturally.

I grew up listening to most of my parents' music like The Beatles and ABBA and all that stuff.

I look like my mother but behave like my father.

You are what you leave behind.

Grace is the seed of glory, the dawning of glory in the heart, and therefore grace is the earnest of the future inheritance.

Yeah, well, we're all grieving in our own way, obviously. It's just I heard this crazy rumor about your having inherited twenty-two million dollars. He tried to meet her eyes, but she'd turned away, squeezing her thumbs, fists balled. Crazy, huh? But getting back to this lunch, let's see, Mr. Aldren and whatever his name is, Tweedledum, they had steak, right? And Mr. Stoorhuys-- He snapped his fingers. Rabbit. Half a rabbit, grilled. Or what do you call it? Braised.

There was no arguing with blood.

The beauty of postmodernism was that it erased the world with one hand while rewriting it with the other, allowing you to inherit the authority you discredited like a spoil of war.

Jacob wrestled with God for the blessing. He wrestled with Esau for the blessing. He wrestled with Isaac for the blessing, with Laban for the blessing, and in each case he eventually prevailed. He wrestled because he recognized that the blessings were worth the struggle. He knew that you only get to keep what you refuse to let go of.

My father had a small estate in Nottinghamshire; I was the third of five sons.

Words, displaced and mutilated words, words of others, were the poor pittance left him by the hours and the centuries.

Europe was lost, but there were other scions: The dream bequeathed a grand inheritance To people of the Orient's arid lands And those who share the sultry night with lions.