Quotes About Heritage

Learn to love being black.

Persia is 7,000 years old and will fight to survive.

The Christian Armenian story was the Polish Jewish story. The efforts of the Armenians to stay alive in Musa Dagh chimed with those struggling to survive the ghetto.

Tap dancing is like... it's equivalent to music, not only for the African American community, but also for the world. Tap dancing is like language; it's like air: it's like everything else that we need in order to survive. I'm blessed and honored to be knowledgeable of the art form and to be a part of the art form.

The great question of our day is whether we, the Jewish people of Israel, can find within us the will to survive as a nation.

Our blackness and how to survive being black in America was something that our parents instilled in us extraordinarily well.

I'm having my portrait painted, for example, so that will be then put up at Longleat and hopefully stay here for a long time. You become part of a long line that goes back and will hopefully continue. That's what you want. You just want the house to survive, and you do everything you can to maintain it, look after it and support.

I feel like I'm both, half Australian and half Swedish. I've been in Sweden most of my life but my dad's Australian. I eat Vegemite on my toast and all of that.

Tobacco is America's greatest gift to the world!

I'd be sent down South in summertime to work with my grandmother in the field and working with cattle, chickens, beans and tobacco.

From my family, my mum, auntie and nan were all strong women and why I am who I am today.

But, when I toil in the field of Jewish culture which I frequently do, I am indeed a Jewish artist.

I was born in a house without a light or a toilet, so why would I forget who I am or where I come from?

Well, I'm half Australian, half English and I live in London. That is the only reason I came upon this story. My Australian mother, Meredith Hooper, was invited in late 2007 by some Australian friends to make up a token Australian audience in a tiny fringe theater play reading of an unproduced, unrehearsed play called 'The King's Speech.'

I'm from Samoan heritage, and with the rugby in our blood and everything, I always felt I've been tough, and that my tolerance for pain is pretty high.

How quickly the world plows us under, she thought with a pang. For two generations, maybe three, we lived on. After that, we're nothing more than a name, or—her eye fell on one of Great-Aunt Minerva's chairs standing like a sentry against the wall—a part of the furniture.

What if a place could remember what had happened? What if a place could speak? What if that memory tripped us up in our daily lives?

The loss of cultural memory is a kind of death, for culture is sustained by memory. We do not have to accept others' narrow understanding of our meanings.

On the contrary, the great force of history comes from the fact that we carry it within us, are unconsciously controlled by it in many ways, and history is literally present in all that we do.'12 It was in an essay

Well, they took the neck bones down from the Royal Oaks tree. Rest of the bones they separated from the chains on the ground. And they carried them back to Tangierneck for a decent funeral. Then laid them to rest in Cleveland's Field. All Ol Jefferson could say was, "Did him the same way they did Bard Tom. Same way they did his father.

Though I have gone by many names, I herewith claim back my true identity," she called out in a ringing voice, stretching her arms wide. "I am Cerúlia, the daughter of the late, brave Queen Cressa the Enchanter and the heroic Lord Ambrice. I. Am. Your. Queen.

The museum may lose things," I said, "but it never throws them away.

She loved living here, in this land of mist and mountains, of lochs and legend.

It had also affected the old fishermen's hard complexions, until one fancied that when Death claimed them it could only be with the aid, not of any slender modern dart, but the good serviceable harpoon of a seventeenth century woodcut.