Quotes About Heritage

I belong to a specific category of writers, those who speak and write in a language different from that of their parents.

Anyone who writes anything on any subject is standing on the shoulders of 900 people who've come before you.

Under every roof, a story, just as behind every brow, a history

If you have an ancestor who is a Benedictine monk, we would rather not know it.

Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire.

Such killings were part of the natural order of things, an inevitable consequence of belonging to a royal household.

even, like them, leave a name carved upon the wall.

Darwin. Celui qui dit que nous descendons du singe.

J'aime ce pays, et j'aime y vivre parce que j'y ai mes racines, ces profondes et délicates racines, qui attachent un homme à la terre où sont nés et morts ses aïeux, qui l'attachent à ce qu'on pense et à ce qu'on mange, aux usages comme aux nourritures, aux locutions locales, aux intonations des paysans, aux odeurs du sol, des villages et de l'air lui-même.

J'aime ce pays, et j'aime y vivre parce que j'y ai mes racines, ces profondes et délicates racines, qui attachent un homme à la terre où sont nés et morts ses aïeux, qui l'attachent à ce qu'on pense et à ce qu'on mange, aux usages comme aux nourritures, aux locutions locales, aux intonations des paysans, aux odeurs du sol, des villages et de l'air lui-même.

OUR ISLAND STORY

Copp's Hill Burying Ground, which could not be many blocks away from this very house, was a favourite scene.

Our fathers were both rude and bold, And would not live like brothers; But we are of a finer mould - We're much more like our mothers!

Madness was in all the Jermyns, and people were glad there were not many of them.

America's mission is to join the most ancient civilizations with the most modern. John Augustus Roeblin

The exodus of this whole people from the land of their fathers is a touching sight," Carleton wrote. "They have fought us gallantly for years on years; they have defended their mountains and their stupendous canyons with heroism; but at length, they found it was their destiny, too, to give way to the insatiable progress of our race.

The whites will never promote us,' Dad said. 'Not an Indian while there is a white man left on the earth. You don't have to deal with them – they still think they have an Empire when they don't have two pennies to rub together.

Was I conceived like this, I wondered, in the suburban night air, to the wailing of Christian curses from the mouth of a renegade Muslim masquerading as a Buddhist ?

the undeniable loss of tradition in the world does not at all entail a loss of the past, for tradition and past are not the same, as the believers in tradition on one side and the believers in progress on the other would have us believe. . . .

The good and the beautiful is not forgotten; it lives in legend and in song.

A well-bred duckling spreads his feet wide apart, just like his father and mother, in this way. Now bend your neck, and say 'quack.' The

My great-grandfather, Dad often told us, saved his best wines for special occasions. He was killed when the Nazis invaded Paris. The Nazis ended up drinking his wine. Lesson: you never wait. When I was growing up, we used only the good plates. We used the best linens. We drank out of Waterford crystal. When my father died, his wine cellar was nearly empty.

Look at our farmers' markets today, bursting with heritage breeds and heirloom varieties, foods that were once abundant when we were an agricultural nation, but that we have lost touch with. Bringing all these back helps us connect to our roots, our communities and helps us feed America the proper way.

I am completely attached to my roots, and therefore you will see a Pahadi touch in all my albums.