Quotes About Roots

I didn't grow up on any sort of border; more in the middle of nowhere, in rural eastern North Carolina.

I was twice-born. I'm Mexican by nature and Hungarian by nurture.

We all have to consciously make efforts to identify our roots and nurture them.

It's nature-nurture, right? I've been nurtured by Californians.

I was born in Sherman Oaks, California.

I grew up in Oakland and Berkeley, California.

Oakland has always been my muse.

Obama gets his identity and his ideology from his father.

Of the Sturges family, much more is known than is available about poor Irish immigrants and obscure Scottish-English settlers around Rochester.

I think it was that we were really seasoned musicians. We had serious roots that spanned different cultures, obviously the blues.

As for my country, I don't live there, but obviously I'm very proud to be Canadian.

The inability to understand the spiritual roots of gluttony (as the inability to sacrifice) or to appreciate a culture's role in fostering this anxious condition, makes it all the more difficult for individuals to find the help and direction they need.

Incarnación Felipe de la Cruz y Monte Piedras

La historia de México es la del hombre que busca su filiación, su origen.

women have their roots in the ground, and often those roots are starved and ravaged, yet there is not a human alive who cannot reach and touch, with... her fingers, the very top of God's rainbow.

but as he no longer stands on his native soil, his art can't possibly have roots. An artist creates true art for his people only as long as he lives, and suffers, among them.

I urge you to pursue preserving your personal history to allow your children and grandchildren to know who you were as a child and what your hopes and dreams were."-

Apa pun panggilan Anda, itu sudah berakar di dalam Anda, dan akar itu bisa diinjak atau ditarik tetapi tidak pernah bisa dihilangkan. Akar itu tumbuh semakin kuat ketika dirawat, dipelihara - dan, yang terpenting, dibagikan kepada orang lain.

I've never left Istanbul, never left the houses, streets, and neighborhoods of my childhood.

Things have their roots and branches. Affairs have their beginnings and their ends. To know what is first and what is last will lead one near the Way.

Grandmother. Agnes had not said anything like "grandmother." The word hadn't even existed until the eighteenth century

There is no book and your fathers are dead in the ground.

On the mountain the limestone shelves and climbs in ragged escarpments among the clutching roots of hickories, oaks and tulip poplars which even here brace themselves against the precarious declination allotted them by the chance drop of a seed.

Evening. The dead sheathed in the earth's crust and turning the slow diurnal of the earth's wheel, at peace with eclipse, asteroid, the dusty novae, their bones brindled with mold and the celled marrow going to frail stone, turning, their fingers laced with roots, at one with Tut and Agamemnon, with the seed and the unborn.