Quotes About Heritage

You and the tree in your backyard come from a common ancestor. A billion and a half years ago, the two of you parted ways. But even now, after an immense journey in separate directions, that tree and you still share a quarter of your genes. . . .

after visiting the Santa Anita Assembly Center, quoted a small girl she had overheard talking to her mother: "I am tired of Japan, Mother. Let's go back to America.

The truth is that our way of celebrating the Christmas season does spring from myriad cultures and sources, from St. Nicholas to Coca-Cola advertising campaigns.

Ark, he was called. His real name was Hyath Arkajanian, and he was Armenian or Lithuanian or something, I couldn't remember for sure

I know history. There are many names in history but none of them are ours.

There are many names in history but none of them are ours.

All that we are is story...It is what we arrive with. It is all we leave behind.

If we had been allowed to participate in the vital processes of America's national growth, what would have been the textures of our lives, the pattern of our traditions, the routine of our customs, the state of our arts, the code of our laws, the function of our government!… We black folk say that America would have been stronger and greater.

I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it

Oh God," I said. "I'm Zmey's daughter. Zmey junior. Zmeyette, even.

Ivashkov," she repeated, her face the picture of serenity. "My name is Sydney Ivashkov.

You don't know your father, do you?" I shook my head. "No. All I know is he must have had wicked cool hair." Dimitri glanced up, and his eyes swept me. "Yes. He must have.

Blood doesn't lie

Blood is family. Blood is pain. Blood is death.

These are the clans of the Levites listed according to their fathers. (1 CHRONICLES 6:19B)

I didn't think of myself as American or German, but as a little of both. I didn't speak only German or only English, but used whatever words worked best for the situation.

The Young Tradition (1966) and its successor, So Cheerfully Round (1967), both released on Transatlantic, are rustic tapestries of ballads, carols and street cries from the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries; a parade of serving-maids, poachers, fishermen, cunning foxes, bold dragoons, pretty ploughboys and hungry children.

Shortly afterwards, at Cambridge, he noticed a medieval crumhorn hanging on the wall at a friend's digs and began to seek out – and teach himself to play – examples of every type of instrument that time had consigned to oblivion: crumhorns, sackbuts, sorduns, shawms, rebecs, tabors, viols, citole, organetto, racketts and chalumeaux, and all the senior and junior members of the recorder family.

We of the South

It comes from exercising care in the choice of parents.

He's a man by ancestry, a Martian by environment.

All men must die, it was their single common heritage. But a book need never die and should not be killed; books were the immortal part of man.

If you wish to give your children the best possible gift, the best possible entree into life, remove your shadow from them. To give them a clean heritage, psychologically speaking is the greatest legacy. And, incidentally, you will go far in your own development by taking your shadow back into our private psychological structure— where it first originated and where it is required for your own wholeness.

Few of our ancestors were perfect ladies or gentlemen; the majority of them were not even mammals.