Quotes About Heritage

They're using a hundred-year-old system to choose their people while we respect a time-honored, hundred-thousand-year-old method of admitting members to the tribe. Cavemen and fellows in medieval artisan guilds worked no differently. They all based decisions on a newcomer's acceptance by an established group.

Yo soy Ricardo y soy Silva y soy Romero, soy yo y soy mi padre y soy mi madre, ni más ni menos que esos tres,

We say—say 'Est Sularis Oth Mithas' in the old tongue. 'My Honor is My Life.

But it is my happiness to be half Welsh, and that the better half.

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

Bill, it was said, was a direct descendant of President James Monroe; he grew up in the mountains; he rose from hardscrabble poverty in a backward, backwoods culture; bluegrass music sprang from ancient Scots-Irish culture transplanted to the Appalachians, where it blossomed as a traditional folk art.

Bill's father would have remembered the Civil War, and his great-great-grandfather actually fought in the American Revolution.

I'm not one of those who wants to purge our society of our Christian history.

I believe profoundly in the importance of museums; I would go as far as to say that you can judge a society by the quality of its museums.

It is a sad fact that to many people the loss of a plant species is of less moment than the loss of a football match. I hate the thought that the only record of a beautiful plant might yet be the grave of the herbarium sheet.

In fact, Herman never resolves satisfactorily why this achievement should have happened in the particular society of Scotland, so small and backward. The nearest he comes is to argue that, after union with England in 1707, Scottish intellectuals had to cope with the challenge, today common, of "deal[ing] with a dominant culture that one admired but that threatened to overwhelm one's own heritage and oneself with it.

I liked to put my hands on work that had been blessed by good minds and the passing of time.

What could be saved, if the Flag of the American Nation were to perish?

Grandma's lie were more interesting, even historical.

A country watches dumbstruck as New England's priceless chestnuts melt away. The tree of the tanning industry, of railroad ties, train cars, telegraph poles, fuel, fences, houses, barns, fine desks, tables, pianos, crates, paper pulp, and endless free shade and food—the most harvested tree in the country—is vanishing.

And yet, places remember what people forget.

All the good things in her came into us. Now we keep her alive, with whatever we can remember

You live between three trees. One is behind you. The Lote - the tree of life for your Persian ancestors. The tree at the boundary of the seventh heaven, that none may pass. Ah, but engineers have no use for the past, do they?

The accumulated possessions of generations disperse like wind-borne pollen.

IT'S INDIANA, 1990. Here, five years is a generation, fifty is archaeology, and anything older shades off into legend. And yet, places remember what people forget.

But even now, after an immense journey in separate directions, that tree and you still share a quarter of your genes.

Old trees are our parents, and our parents' parents, perchance. If you would learn the secrets of Nature, you must practice more humanity. . . .

Los viejos árboles son nuestros padres, acaso los padres de nuestros padres. Si aprendierais los secretos de la Naturaleza, derrocharíais más humanidad

Foodways like any other aspect of culture, are never static. Even without the influence of other cultures, we would be eating and cooking differently from the generations that came before us.