Quotes About Roots

More than England to the British West Indian or even Holland to the Surinamer, France is the mother country to the Martiniquan.

The key to our present behaviour lies in our past.

The nationalism of a small nation can, with treacherous ease, become detached from its roots in what is noble and human. It then become pitiful, making the nation appear smaller rather than greater. It is the same with nations as with individuals; while trying to draw attention to the inadequacies of others, people all too often reveal their own.

Un poema sólo es tal cuando existe en lo habitual. Desde el momento en que un poema se convierte en algo habitual, no emociona, no maravilla, no inquieta más, y deja, por lo tanto, de ser un poema, pues inquietar, maravillar, emocionar nuestras raíces es lo propio de la poesía.

Love is like a tree: it shoots of itself; it strikes it's roots deeply into our whole being, and frequently continues to put forth green leaves over a heart in ruins. And there is this unaccountable circumstance attending it, that the blinder the passion the more tenacious it is. Never is it stronger than when it is most unreasonable.

For love is like a tree; it grows of itself; it send its roots deep into our being, and often continues to grow green over a heart in ruins.

C?ci dragostea e ca un arbore, ea creÈ™te de la sine, îÈ™i înfige r?d?cini adânci în toat? fiinÈ›a noastr? È™i continu? s? înverzeasc? pe o inim? distrus?.

Want de liefde is als een boom, die vanzelf groeit, zijn wortels diep uit doet lopen in heel ons wezen en die blijft uitlopen ook als het hart verbrijzeld is.

Home is part of us. It's in the scars we have on our knees and elbows, in the memories that surface when we sleep. I don't think you can ever really leave.

There is no place like home.

The character of a man's native country is as strongly impressed on his mind as its accent is on his tongue.

In Vietnamese, the word for water and the word for a nation, a country, and a homeland are one and the same: nu'ó'c.

name is precious; it carries inside it a language, a history, a set of traditions, a particular way of looking at the world.

The present could never be untethered from the past, you couldn't understand one without the other.

But the roots of their hate and fear were too deep, and Lazlo saw hints of revulsion as their confusion smeared one feeling into the next.

Still, it was Indiana, it was the dirt she had bloomed up out of, it was who she was, what she felt, how she thought, what she knew.

Like ginseng roots, our buried pasts have different shapes.

When he faced her again, he had never looked to her so much like one of the Fair Folk. His eyes were full of feral amusement, a carelessness that spoke of a world where there was no human Law. He seemed to bring the wildness of Faerie into the room with him: a cold, sweet magic that was nevertheless a bitter at the roots. The storm calls you as it calls me, does it not? He held out a hand to her, half-beckoning, half-offering. "Why lie?" he said.

I didn't know where this stuff was coming from - all of a sudden I was a little magickal sprite, bonding with my stone, feeling my earth roots, la la la... All I can is describe the way it felt. And that was how it felt. So sue me. Was I swaying? I felt like I might be swaying.

Leaving home's a cinch. It's the staying, once you've found it, that takes courage.

You cannot escape where you come from, September. Some part of it remains inside you always, like the slender white heart in the center of the thickest onion.

You are my treasure, my pale gold, the heart of my heart. You lie at the bottom of my being and gnaw upon my roots.

she was yearning to be with her grandparents now.

Does an Asian American narrative always have to return to the mother?