Quotes About Roots

It was English, and the wych-elm that she saw from the window was an English tree. No report had prepared her for its peculiar glory. It was neither warrior, nor lover, nor god; in none of these roles do the English excel. It was a comrade, bending over the house, strength and adventure in its roots, but in its utmost fingers tenderness, and the girth, that a dozen men could not have spanned, became in the end evanescent, till pale bud clusters seemed to float in the air.

I guess you only know your home when you come back to it.

Our parents are the root of our body.

Now I, an under-tenant of the earth, can see That the branches of a tree Spread no wider than its roots. And how shall the soul of a man Be larger than the life he has lived?

He was not merely a chip of the old block, but the old block itself.

Homecoming means coming home to what is in your heart.

What color should be seen Where our fathers' homes have been But their own immortal Green?

Homecoming unites the past and the present.

When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a weed and not a valuable plant is to pull on it. If it comes out of the ground easily, it is a valuable plant.

Our roots say we're sisters, our hearts say we're friends.

Ubi bene ibi patria [Where one is happy, there's one's homeland].

The moment you get to know your history, it is going to change you," he said. "We are encouraging our brothers and sisters from the U.S., from the Caribbean from Europe to come back to their Motherland Africa to get to know the culture … and whatever the ancestors went through."

Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family.

Other things may change us, but we start and end with family.

What mazes there are in this world. The branches of trees, the filigree of roots...None more complicated than the human brain...what may be the most complex object in existence; one wet kilogram within which spin universes.

Boil the words you already know down to their bones," Rex says, "and usually you find the ancients sitting there at the bottom of the pot, staring back up.

Boil the words you already know down to their bones and usually you will find the ancients sitting there at the bottom of the pot, staring back up.

What mazes there are in this world. The branches of trees, the filigree of roots, the matrix of crystals, the streets her father recreated in his models... None more complicated than the human brain, Etienne would say, what may be the most complex object in existence; one wet kilogram within which spin universes.

Her family was of obscure origin;

My father was grounded, a very meat-and-potatoes man. He was a baker.

When solving problems, dig at the roots instead of just hacking at the leaves.

Never Forget Where You Came From. Keep Your Feet On The Ground..But Still Reach For The Stars.

My mom's father came from a family of 11 children who came over from the island of Ischia, Italy, and settled in Providence, RI. Her mother was part of the large community of French-speaking Canadians who settled in Woonsocket, RI.

While my mother is from Jammu, my father was originally from Afghanistan, as my grandfather was the governor of five provinces there, including Herat.