Quotes About Heritage

Je... je bent een meisje!' ... 'Ik ben niet zomaar een meisje,' zei ze. 'Ik ben de dochter van de Glorie van Ra, hij die als een reus over de wereld loopt: de farao Neferhotep, de glorieuze heerser van heel Deshret... Je zou trots moeten zijn,' zei ze, terwijl ze zich met een zwaai van haar gescheurde mantel omdraaide. 'Je bent nu de slaaf van prinses Nefertiti.

Who Are the Children of Lehi?" by D. Jeffrey Meldrum and Trent D. Stephens.

They talk about their Pilgrim blood, Their birthright high and holy A mountain-stream that ends in mud Methinks is melancholy.

My old man was eighty-six per cent white bread and a hundred per cent asshole.

I grew up a Red Sox fan. I grew up going to Fenway Park and the Museum of Fine Arts and the Science Museum and Symphony Hall and going to the Common, walking around. My whole family at different times lived and worked in Boston.

By the late nineteenth century the dazzlingly multiethnic character of the now great metropolis echoed the diverse origins of its earliest European explorers, but only one group knew the port as their place. For if the port made New York, the Irish made the port.

The claim staked on the world's richest piers by a vast cadre of Irish American longshoremen was akin to a hereditary birthright.

1940s Jersey City childhood, "I grew up thinking America was an Italian country governed by the

Son of a Clemson football star turned banker.

They're not just recipes. They are family stories and memories.

They are not dead who live in lives they leave behind. In those whom they have blessed they live a life again.

Political correctness is the natural continuum from the party line. What we are seeing once again is a self-appointed group of vigilantes imposing their views on others. It is a heritage of communism, but they don't seem to see this.

We Francji jest Francja, w Ameryce Ameryka, w Niemczech sÄ… Niemcy i nawet w Czechach sÄ… Czechy, a tylko w Polsce jest Polska.

And of course these days I feel like there is a nation of us - displaced southerners and children of the working class. We listen to Steve Earle, Mary J. Blige, and k.d. lang. We devour paperback novels and tell evil mean stories, value stubbornness above patience and a sense of humor more than a college education. We claim our heritage with a full appreciation of how often it has been disdained. And let me promise you, you do not want to make us angry.

Where are the links of the chain ... joining us to the past?

There breaks a crutch Scotland never knew it possessed.

With his education and heritage, Harry Darnley will be the only turncoat in England who can practise sodomy in Alcaic stanzas.

Oh, Christ, Richard,' Lymond said. 'You don't need to remind me what country I belong to.

And so the amber hair of Francis Crawford's father, which all his life had marked him out: for hurt, for passion; for treachery; performed its last destined office in the sunshine and fresh winds of England that morning. A single rider, a sober doublet and cloak might have escaped notice. But not the bare, golden head.

Someone sobbed. Someone said, 'It is finished. Remember me no longer; or my children, or my children's children.'

She ought to be at home in Flaw Valleys, doing her morning exercise on the lute, at which, said her teacher, she would have had a distinguished future, had she not been born English.

You are proving, aren't you,' said Philippa contemptuously, 'that to be base-born makes you a fourth-rate son of a fourth-rate little country?

Today, perhaps, the Gate of the Dead would perform its true office for a small boy whose heritage no one knew; who had lived in squalor and perished in fright. A sacrifice to diminish the soul. A sacrifice to colour all the rest of one's days.

On the day that his grannie was killed by the English, Sir William Scott the Younger of Buccleuch was at Melrose Abbey, marrying his aunt.