Quotes About Heritage

This is Lucy." She added, almost playfully, "Lucy comes from nothing." I took no offense, and really, I take none now. But I think: No one in this world comes from nothing.

How is it that some people know how to do this, and others, like me, still give off the faint smell of what we came from? I would like to know. I will never know. Catherine, with her own scent that she always wore.

don't you make pancakes?" It was a family custom to have pancakes

The term used to describe them was rednecks, a Scots border term meaning Presbyterians. Another was cracker, from the Scots word craik for "talk," meaning a loud talker or braggart. Both words became permanent parts of the American language, and a permanent part of the identity of the Deep South the Ulster Scots created.

that famous motto that sits above Christopher Wren's tomb at Westminster Abbey... "If you seek his monument, look around you" - meaning London, 17th Century London. I think it's a motto that very much applies to the Scottish contribution to the modern World: that if you seek their monument, the Scots' monument, look around you.

The lesson Scott taught the modern world was that the past does not have to die or vanish: it can live on, in a nation's memory, and help to nourish its posterity.

Indian, Chinese, and other Third World intellectuals would encounter a century or two later: how to deal with a dominant culture that one admired but that threatened to overwhelm one's own heritage, and oneself with it.

South Dakota even prohibited the use of the German language over the telephone.

Aristotle, we must remember, was a doctor's son.

The point of this book is that being Scottish is more than just a matter of nationality or place of origin or clan or even culture. It is also a state of mind, a way of viewing the world and our place in it.

Nobody before the Pythagorean had thought that mathematical relations held the secret of the universe. Twenty-five centuries later, Europe is still blessed and cursed with their heritage. To non-European civilizations, the idea that numbers are the key to both wisdom and power, seems never to have occurred.

History had a slow pulse; man counted in years, history in generations

Science and technology revolutionize our lives, but memory, tradition and myth frame our response.

Pagan blood returns!

Estoy convencida de que cada edificio, cada cuadro, cada libro antiguo que se destruye o se pierde, nos hace un poco más huérfanos. Nos empobrece.

No faltan en otras naciones, don Hermes... Lo que pasa es que éstos duelen más porque son nuestros.

No hay en la Historia universal obra comparable a la realizada por España (RAMIRO DE MAEZTU).

Una de aquellas sonrisas hechas de esa lucidez y esa mirada penetrante que en las mujeres constituye exclusivo patrimonio; fruto de siglos y siglos de ver, en silencio, a los hombres cometiendo toda suerte de estupideces

toda esa panda de admirables hijos de puta crea un mundo nuevo de ciudades y catedrales que ahí siguen hoy, por el que se extiende una lengua poderosa y magnífica llamada castellana, allí española, que hoy hablan quinientos cincuenta millones de personas y de la que el mexicano Octavio Paz, o Carlos Fuentes, o uno de ésos, no recuerdo quién, dijo: Se llevaron el oro, pero nos trajeron el oro.

y como dejó claro en 1572 el catalán Lluís Pons cuando, al publicar en castellano un libro dedicado a su ciudad natal, Tarragona, afirmó hacerlo por ser esta parla la más usada en todos los reinos).

También, por aquel entonces, empezó a extenderse desde La Rioja una lengua magnífica que hoy hablan quinientos y pico millones de personas en todo el mundo. Y que ese lugar, cuna del castellano, no esté hoy en Castilla es sólo uno de los muchos enigmas que la peculiar historia de España iba a depararnos en el futuro.

De enorgullecerse y horrorizarse al mismo tiempo, sin complejos, de lo que somos y de lo que fuimos, en esta nación hecha de pueblos diversos, cuyos quinientos años de existencia y tres mil de memoria se atreven a negar, hoy, los oportunistas y los imbéciles.

Gibraltareño de padre maltés y madre inglesa, o sea, tradición pirata total.

Nadie debería irse sin dejar una Troya ardiendo a sus espaldas.