Quotes About Roots

Home is the wellspring of personhood, where our identity takes root; where civic life begins. America is supposed to be a place where you can better yourself, your family, and your community.

Home is the center of life. It's the wellspring of personhood. It's where we say we're ourselves.

Bowen is a Welsh name and the family background is more rugby than football, but we're English through and through.

Obviously Gwilym is a very Welsh name! My father is from Maesteg, and my mother's from Abergavenny.

Everyone I know is fervently proud to be Welsh but you try not to be preachy about it. It's difficult at times. But when I go home to north Wales, or to somewhere I've never been in south Wales, I still feel at home because I'm in Wales. It's hard to explain.

My father is from the West Indies, the St. Thomas Virgin Islands.

My mother was from West Bromwich; my grandfather was Pakistani. I had an aunt who started trying to trace the family tree and stopped when she saw what turned up.

My immediate family are from the West Indies - from Trinidad and Grenada - and I have relatives all over the Caribbean.

Places I've lived since then had to have some kind of uniqueness and character about them. And logically Key West, and then Down Island. So, all of that stuff sort of had it's roots in New Orleans and went crazy.

All my roots are still in the prarie country of the Middle West.

Well, let's put in this way, I grew up in West New York, New Jersey.

I grew up in the West, grew up on the land, was educated as a geologist.

Palestinian violence is not a response to the capture of the West Bank and Gaza. Palestinian nationalism's roots are not so shallow.

In a way, it's taken me 25 years to acknowledge that I am from the West Coast. I was always sort of pretending I was bicoastal or that I really belonged on the East Coast.

It's really important to me to stick to my roots by doing what's West Coast: wearing T-shirts and shorts.

Remember, I'm West Point, where I was born. My father went there.

I miss West Virginia very much.

My dad claims that he was able to trace us back to the West Virginia Hatfields. When I look at the old pictures, the patriarchs have kind of a physical likeness to some of the men on the father's side of my family. I want it to be true.

Deep down, I'm just a West Virginia hillbilly.

I'm still very much a West Virginia boy. I haven't forgotten my roots, because that's really who I am.

I grew up in a small town in West Virginia, and most of my family lived in our neighborhood or very close by. I had my grandparents down the street, my great-grandmother next door, and my great-aunt and great-uncle one door down.

Well, you know, my grandmother actually grew up, you know, her whole family, my mom's family outside of Parkersburg, West Virginia.

I had been raised on country and western in Missouri. But gospel was great.

Over the course of my life, I have made many transitions - most of them taking me further away from my Somali roots and steadily toward the enlightened mentality of Western democracy.