Quotes About Heritage

nacimos cuando ya era tarde en la historia, tampoco tenemos un pasado o, si lo tenemos, hemos escupido sobre sus restos, nuestros pueblos se echaron a dormir durante un siglo y mientras dormían los robaron y ahora andan en andrajos, no logramos conservar ni siquiera lo que los españoles dejaron al irse, nos hemos apuñalado entre nosotros...-.

I love everything that is old; old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wines.

In the words of William McKinley, Our flag has never waved over any community but in blessing.

I urge you to pursue preserving your personal history to allow your children and grandchildren to know who you were as a child and what your hopes and dreams were."-

We used to be brothers and sisters here. Kurdish, did not know he was. Turkmenians, Germans, they all existed here but never were proud of it. That pride was only distributed by the powers who aimed to destroy Turkey.

Our ancestors used to torture criminals before they executed them—it's in times like these that one truly understands the importance of tradition.

The story spoke to them in just the same way that Oedipus' murder of his father and Macbeth's obsession with power and death speak to people throughout the Western world. But now, because we've fallen under the spell of the West, we've forgotten our own stories. They've removed all the old stories from our children's textbooks. These days, you can't find a single bookseller who stocks the Shehname in all of Istanbul! How do you explain this?

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with a sad smile she would recount the time our grandfather was so displeased with our grandmother's okra stew that in a fit of temper he threw the pot out the window into the deep, fast-running waters of the Bosphorus.

But as nothing, western or local, came to fill the void, the great drive to westernize amounted mostly to the erasure of the past; the effect on culture was reductive and stunting, leading families like mine, otherwise glad of republican progress, to furnish their houses like museums.

As a fatherless son, so a sonless father will be embraced by none. —FERDOWSI, Shahnameh

Oh, what riches live in a sunny soul! Take joy with you; cling to her, no matter where you go or what you do. It is your lubricating oil which would prevent the jars, the discords, and shut out the sorrows of life. What a heritage is a smiling face,—to be able to fling out sunshine everywhere one goes, to scatter the shadows and to lighten sorrowing hearts; to have the power to send cheer into despairing souls through a sunny and radiant disposition!

it was all your genes that made us geniuses, mom. said peter. we sure didn't get any from dad. i heard that. father said, not looking up from the news that was being displayed on the table while he ate it would've been wasted if you hadn't

What could go wrong... Doing some stupid impulsive thing that caused the death of drowthers was practically a family tradition.

Europe was already Europe.

The human need to leave something of yourself behind is universal.

I am old enough now to have all the memories of my people locked within my head. I remember things that happened long before I was born. I remember things that never happened at all. I live in memory. –Anton

Living men forget the lessons of the past. But the ancestors never forget.

You couldn't look at children and hope to see much of their parents beyond their physical appearance, and not always that. They came as Wordsworth said, trailing clouds of glory. Along with a few clouds of other things not quite so glorious.

You're Greek and I'm Armenian. Of course we need to raise our children to speak Portuguese.

Perhaps those who grew up among these people might somehow sublimate their ambition, or perhaps there was something in the racial genotype that suppressed it or replaced it

Known to Israelis as the city of Akko. Known to Palestinians still as Akka. Known beyond Israel and Palestine as Acre: a mosaic town with a low skyline of mosque and flat roof and synagogue, a town of bells and loudspeakers and muezzin calls, where the warm-water wind retreats the tongue and sneaks multiple sounds into the throat: Acre, Akko, Akka.

She read in a high African singsong that I guess came down along the line from Ghana long ago, something that she made American, but tied us to a home we'd never seen.

As the tissues of the body fester and rot under X rays, so under the sun fester and rot Anglo-Saxonism and Teutonism and Scandinavianism if left too long beneath its influence.