Quotes About Roots

I'm in great company and some may say that the underexposure has added to my allure and the staying power of me as a MC and The Roots as a band.

Many Lexington natives believe they live in a special place, one impossible to leave. I'm not so sure about that - or it's more accurate to say I think a more general truth exists beneath it: the place you first call home stays with you always, whether you remain or go.

Growing up, I never had a steady home.

I don't forget my roots. My father was an emigrant from Italy who worked in a steel factory. My mother worked part-time. When my father came home she would go out to work, cleaning offices.

My roots are Carnatic music. I think everything stems from that.

My stepfather and his large family - The Crafts - are from Chicago, so Chicago has always been home for me.

We do not call ourselves 'Native American,' because our blood and people were here long before this land was called the Americas. We are older than America can ever be and do not know the borders.

In the frantaic world of today, with everything in a ceaseless uproar like a forest in a hurricane, it's a good thing to see that your roots go a long way down.

The good old Dominion, the blessed mother of us all.

The man who has nothing to boast of but his illustrious ancestry is like the potato - the best part under ground.

A change of locale may produce a new flower," he counseled, "but the roots will have the same disease.

But why had he always felt so strongly the magnetic pull of home, why had he thought so much about it and remembered it with such blazing accuracy, if it did not matter, and if this little town, and the immortal hills around it, was not the only home he had on earth? He did not know. All that he knew was that the years flow by like water, and that one day men come home again.

Is it any wonder that You, the child, feel that instinctive reverence for THE ALL, which feeling we call "religion" that respect, and reverence for THE FATHER MIND? Is it any wonder that, when you consider the works and wonders of Nature, you are overcome with a mighty feeling which has its roots away down in your inmost being? It is the MOTHER MIND that you are pressing close up to, like a babe to the breast.

I will always find my light. No question. And if I don't, I'll know, because my dad will be the first person to call me and say, like, 'You need to have him bring another 2K in,' and 'Why aren't you using this sort of lighting gel?' The crew guys know that it's where I grew up.

I am a Bay Area guy, no question.

L.A. hasn't changed me that much - I've not forgotten where I'm from, you know. And I need to find a haggis, but no-one seems to sell them over here.

When I go back home, I am just Jess, no-one special.

My father and mother emigrated to Canada in 1958, but there's nobody more English than an Englishman who no longer lives in England, and our home was a shrine to all things English.

I come from a very conventional and non-political background.

Whether the family of the Clarkes were of Norman extraction cannot be easily ascertained.

I grew up in Kilmichael, Mississippi. It's a dot on the map 100 miles north of Jackson.

I was brought up at 3525 Decatur Avenue, in the north Bronx, right next to Woodlawn Cemetery.

When I get some time off, I like to go back to my roots in the North East. My family have been around Northumberland for five generations.

I'm from Raleigh, North Carolina, and the Cowboys have always been my team.