Quotes About Heritage

In Vietnamese, the word for water and the word for a nation, a country, and a homeland are one and the same: nu'ó'c.

I'm German in my mind, but from a Germany that doesn't exist anymore.

name is precious; it carries inside it a language, a history, a set of traditions, a particular way of looking at the world.

singing ballads whose words had never known paper but lived only on the rasping edge of their own voices.

Quelle sono le nostre madri». La sua voce era aspra. «Noi siamo spade, così ci dicono, e le spade non hanno madre né padre, ma io ne ho avuta una un tempo, e non riesco nemmeno a ricordarne il nome.»

Still, it was Indiana, it was the dirt she had bloomed up out of, it was who she was, what she felt, how she thought, what she knew.

I am determined my children shall be brought up in their father's religion, if they can find out what it is.

Like ginseng roots, our buried pasts have different shapes.

Negro blood is sure powerful—because just one drop of black blood makes a colored man. One drop—you are a Negro!… Black is powerful.

My old man's a white old man And my old mother's black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mother And wished she were in hell, I'm sorry for that evil wish And now i wish her well My old man died in a fine big house My Ma died in a shack. I wonder were i'm going to die, Being neither white nor black?

You know what I am." The words breathed out in an auguished whisper. "I'm part demon, Clary. Part demon. You understood that much, didn't you?" His eyes bored into her like drills. "You saw what Valentine was trying to do. He used demon blood-used it on me before I was even born. I'm part monster. Part everthing I've tried so hard to burn out, to destroy.

Something snapped inside Maryse. "He is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He's my son.

Simon had never noticed before, but she wore a silver ring on her right hand, with a partner of flames around the band of it, and a carved L in the center. It reminded him of the ring Clary wore around her neck, with its design of stars. "It's the Lightwood family ring," she said, noticing where his gaze was fixed. "Every family has an emblem. Ours is fire.

You cannot simply ask whether people look like their demon grandfather!

Magnus believed that many old things were creations of enduring beauty. The pyramids. Michelangelo's David. Versailles. Magnus himself.

Simon was still trying to work out how Shadowhunter government and also Shadowhunter family trees worked. They all seemed to be related to each other and it was very disturbing.

Our fathers were demons,' Catarina said. 'Our mothers were heroes.

The South Side of Chicago is my oyster.

Heritage does not equal destiny.

No matter how dark you are, no matter what you think your heritage is or how inevitable your fall is, you can always make a choice in the next second to be different..

Don't be ridiculous. Heritage does not equal destiny.

Someone must preserve the ways of the People," Warrior rasped, "someone who will sing our songs and teach our ways. Unless you do that, all that we are will be lost. You must go get your woman and take her far away into the west lands where this war does not reach." Warrior's voice shook with emotion. "To a new place, Hunter. You know the words of the song.

You belong to me. Forever, for always! Within you is my seed. A Comanche man does not give up his woman.

Blue Eyes, if you do not know the tosi tivo way, we must do it the Comanche way.