Quotes About Roots

I do not deny my German identity. But I also feel Swiss. Of my eight great-grandparents, seven were born Swiss. I have been living in Switzerland for more than 50 years.

I don't think I ever had a swollen head: I remember where I come from.

I have a few homes. I have my family home in Adelaide where my parents and my brothers and sisters are, and I have a few friends and my place where I used to live in Sydney, and then my husband and our family in London, so... I'm from everywhere and nowhere.

We must understand the factors that cause fragility, violence, and conflict in order to develop solutions that will meaningfully reduce instability at its roots rather than merely addressing the symptoms.

I am Syrian, I was made in Syria, I have to live in Syria and die in Syria.

I was born and raised in Maryland and attended the public school system.

There is nothing wrong with wanting something more, but this was the place that employed your parents, kept you safe, healthy, and educated you. It's the place your mom tucked you into bed, and you

are now, but it's your roots, and roots determine how you sprout.

went home thinking about the duality of being an immigrant, our split identities, the cleaving of our hearts and bodies—half of our heart remained in our homeland, the other was here with us. One foot remained rooted in our native soil while with our other foot we dug into American soil to anchor ourselves and weather the storm.

One foot remained rooted in our native soil while with our other foot we dug into American soil to anchor ourselves and weather the storm.

So my mom's folks are from one side of Greensboro - and, you know, outside of Greensboro. And my dad's folks, the white side, is from another very small town outside of Greensboro. So both sides are coming from the country.

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To be free means always leaving...or returning to a place where leaves never fall.

There are few of us who do not believe that there is something special about the place in which we were born.

Understand--it ALWAYS makes sense. Sense can't be avoided. If it first seems to be non-sense, wait: roots will reveal themselves.

You miss the half of it, and more. There's always as much belowground as above. That's the trouble with people, their root problem. Life runs alongside them, unseen.

the word tree and the word truth come from the same root.

Maybe it's useful to think of forests as enormous spreading, branching, underground super-trees.

He tells her how the word beech becomes the word book, in language after language. How book branched up out of beech roots, way back in the parent tongue. How beech bark played host to the earliest Sanskrit letters.

Hulking conifers that sprout adventitious roots high in the canopy that dip back down to feed on the mats of soil accumulating in the vees of their own branches.

In the creature's howling, Els heard the roots of music—the holy society of small discord.

As for the trees themselves, water that flows into a giant redwood through its roots takes two weeks or longer to reach the top of the tree, moving slowly upward through the tree's sapwood.

Nothing is so certain as that which is certain after doubts. Shaking settles and roots.

Satyrs aren't dryads, but we have roots, too. Camp Half Blood is mine.