Quotes About Roots

put down the roots, and the rabbits and lumberjacks they were lucky enough to avoid? This is not

Who we are cannot be separated from where we're from—and when we ignore that fact, planes crash.

Yapt???m?z ÅŸeyde baÅŸar?l? olma yeteneÄŸimiz, nereden geldiÄŸimize güçlü biçimde baÄŸl?d?r.

Go where the situation takes you, but never forget where you came from, where you belong and the direction of where you entered in.

If there ever comes a time that you forget where you came from, you've gone too far.

Though a tree grow ever so high the falling leaves return to the root.

I take with me Kentucky, embedded in my brain and heart, in my flesh and bone and blood. Since I am Kentucky, and Kentucky is part of me.

Where else could you belong, except in the place you refused to leave.

C?s?toria cu cineva care nu îÈ›i înÈ›elege cultura, r?d?cinile, tradiÈ›iile nu va merge.

A mother is always the beginning. She is how things begin.

People there only dream that it is China, because if you are Chinese you can never let go of China in your mind.

When a husband stops paying attention to the garden, he's thinking of pulling up roots.

No moment of charm without long roots in the past, no moment of charm is born on bare soil, a careless accident of beauty, but is the sum of great sorrows, growths, and efforts.

The fascination exerted by one human being over another is not what he emits of his personality at the present instant of encounter but a summation of his entire being which gives off this powerful drug capturing the fancy and attachment. No moment of charm without long roots in the past, no moment of charm is born on bare soil, a careless accident of beauty, but is the sum of great sorrows, growths, and efforts.

In attacking the saints, the Islamist extremists – though they refuse to recognize this themselves – are striking at the very roots of Islam in South Asia. One might say that the beginnings of South Asian Islam were the Book and the Saint.

East or West Home is best.

As the three of them walked home from the trees, nobody needed to say it, but Ama knew. They had questioned their friendship. They had searched and wondered, looking for a sign. And all along they'd had their trees. You couldn't wear them. You couldn't pass them around. They offered no fashion advantage. But they had roots. They lived.

Sombras de antepasados olvidados, trad. de Miguel Muntaner Pascual y María del Mar Moya Tasis, Barcelona, Planeta, 1993.]

Is where you're from the place you're leaving or where you have roots?

Oneness is always growing in the world, boy. Two but not two. It's always there, connecting its roots, humming. I can't be part of it--that's the price I pay for taking myself away. But you can be. You can vibrate with its heartbeat. You may be on your own. But you won't be alone.

It was just the lightest dusting, and another person might have mistaken it for something else. But I knew where I came from. No matter where I was, or what got me there, I would always feel at home when I touched sand.

Even if you do make tons of new friends," I told him, "try not to forget where you came from, okay?

feet were the rootiest part of the human body.

Still, compared to him, compared to the people we descend from, I am free of history. I'm so free of history I have to get in a car and drive seven states to find it.