Quotes About Roots

Well, I suppose there's no place like home,' she said. 'No,' said Granny Weatherwax, still looking thoughtful. 'No, there's a billion places like home. But only one of 'em's where you live.

No. There's a billion places like home. But only one of 'em's where you live.

Wilderness is the source of what we can imagine and what we cannot- the taproot of consciousness. It will survive us.

Where do I belong? You can't belong everywhere. Or perhaps we can if we pay attention to the paths of our ancestors. Perhaps this is what it means to be American. Bloodlines originate in storylines. Some people stay in place, others move on. But if we look back far enough, we are all interconnected, interrelated, through place and race and time. *

Without ties to our ancestors, we are lonely specks of dust, adrift and floating, attached to nothing and no one.

But that's what our ancestors did, Millie. This is where we all come from. Some part of you, some ancient memory deep in your brain, recognizes this continent as home.

Suffering has many faces. If we discover the roots of one suffering, we are at the same time discovering the roots of others.

Resilient trees can weather a violent storm because their roots are deep and firm.

Anger is rooted in our lack of understanding of ourselves and of the causes, deep-seated as well as immediate, that brought about this unpleasant state of affairs. Anger is also rooted in desire, pride, agitation, and suspicion. The primary roots of our anger are in ourselves. Our environment and other people are only secondary.

If a lotus is to grow, it needs to be rooted in the mind.

ROOT CELLAR Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch, Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark, Shoots dangled and drooped, Lolling obscenely from mildewed crates, Hung down long yellow evil necks, like tropical snakes. And what a congress of stinks!-- Roots ripe as old bait, Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich, Leaf-mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks. Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.

If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people.

Violence can never bring about peace and understanding. Only by looking deeply in order to understand the true roots of violence can we achieve peace.

We're all searching for a place where we feel safe and comfortable, a home where we can be truly ourselves. As we become more skilled in mindfulness and lay down the roots of fidelity, we can truly relax with our partner. All the restlessness and searching inside dissipates when we find our true home.

I know my roots and I cannot forget the journey I made.

My family's journey is something I am very proud of - in front of me, behind me and every part.

Judaism is a big part of my background, obviously, and my reality.

Just because my parents left Ramannagudem does not mean that I do not hail from Telangana.

I grew up all over the South. My dad just kind of followed construction.

DMX was just one of the figures that I thought no one could ever be better than. I used to look up to him so much. The bikes, the dogs, that's where I come from.

I didn't have just one place where I could say, 'That's my home.'

There's a reason why my mom chose to stay and raise my brothers and me in Kansas - it's a great place to live, work and raise a family.

When I think of Kansas, I think of family.

My mom grew up in Kansas, my dad in Indiana. They had boring childhoods.