Quotes About Roots

If they were to go away from their land, they must have people round them who had known it, and so could testify to their identity.

Where you fro, miss?

And I know now that all the time I was trying to get out of the dust, the fact is, what I am, I am because of the dust.

Ma had been a tumbleweed too, holding on for as long as she could, then blowing away on the wind. My father was more like the sod. Steady, silent, and deep. Holding on to life, with reserves underneath to sustain him, and me, And anyone else who came near. My father stayed rooted, even with my tests and my temper, even with the double sorrow of his grief and my own, he had kept a home until I broke it.

That she ended up with a boy who had grown up less than twenty miles from her childhood home was just further proof that no matter how far you ran, you always ended up back where you started.

Your mother asked about his family, because we are southern and asking about someone's family is the only way we can distinguish the chaff from the wheat.

There were other war veterans in the neighborhood, visible thanks to their limps or missing limbs. All those unclaimed arms and legs lost in the fields of Flanders - Ursula imagined them pushing roots down into the mud and shoots up to the sky and growing once again into men. An army of men marching back for revenge.

The last place he intended to end up in was the place he had started from, the place where his entire family lay restlessly in the earth.

Teddy wandered amongst the graves. Most of the people in them had died long before his time. Ursula was picking up conkers from the stand of magnificent horse chestnuts at the far end of the churchyard. They were enormous trees and Teddy wondered if their roots had intertwined with the bones of the dead, imagined them curling a path through ribcages and braceleting ankles and fettering wrists. When

Every man is an omnibus in which his ancestors ride.

The roots of racism lie deep in man's nature, wounded and bruised by original sin.

Im Jamaican, man. Im Jamaican first. You gotta understand thats where Im from. Thats home. That you can never take away from me. Im a Jamaican-born Canadian sprinter.

A plant needs roots in order to grow. With man it is the other way around: only when he grows does he have roots and feels at home in the world.

The accent of a man's native country remains in his mind and his heart, as it does in his speech.

Man will return to his origins. Goethe has finally become as squiggly as the city of his fathers.

A man who thinks too much about his ancestors is like a potato-the best part of him is underground.

I can't multiply myself out of a paper bag. But when it comes to roots, I'm your man.

The first grave. Now we're getting someplace. Houses and children and graves, that's home, Tom. Those are the things that hold a man down.

For some people, home is family and their mom's house or their girl or whatever, and I have those experiences as well, but the biggest thing for me is Chicago. I don't know how to explain it.

Being an only child, I didn't have any other family but my mom and dad really, since the rest of my family lived quite far away from London.

My mom and dad are both in stand-up comedy, so that's where I started, that's where I got everything. My roots are holding the mic.

My mom is American, so I was raised in her household in my formative years.

I'm from Tennessee. My mom lives in Nashville. I'm born and bred country. That's all I listen to.

I don't know anyone on my mom's or dad's side that was a musician.