Quotes About Heritage

Los ingleses tienen 3 cosas de las que mostrarse orgullosos: El té, el whisky y un escritor como yo. Pero resulta que el té es chino; el whisky, escocés; y yo soy irlandés.

I suppose because we have no ruins and no curiosities," said Virginia satirically.

Indeed, in many respects, she was quite English, and was an excellent example of the fact that we have really everything in common with America nowadays, except, of course, language.

The youth of America is their oldest tradition.

Yet one had ancestors in literature as well as in one's own race, nearer perhaps in type and temperament, many of them, and certainly with an influence of which one was more absolutely conscious.

No one cares about distant relatives nowadays. They went out of fashion years ago.

Firewater brings out the real brownness of this buffalo.

Seven fine broads are at his side. They sing songs of the Mexican Revolution which they learned from their grandmothers

The Armenian language cannot be worn out; its boots are stone. Well, certainly, the thick-walled words, the layers of air in the semi-vowels.

Tatínek byl už tehdy rybáÃ…â"¢ským funkcionáÃ…â"¢em jako vÄ›tÅ¡ina bývalých pytlák?.

Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never, never allows us to forget that we belong to it.

All my bally life, dear boy," Motty went on, "I've been cooped up in the ancestral home at Much Middlefold, in Shropshire, and till you've been cooped up in Much Middlefold you don't know what cooping

Aye, wumman, if it's truly romantic, then it must be Scottish

Believe in yourself, Zoey Redbird. I have Marked you as my own. You will be my first true U-we-tsi a-ge-hu-tsa v-hna-i Sv-no-yi . . . Daughter of Night . . . in this age. You are special. Accept that about yourself, and you will begin to understand there is true power in your uniqueness. Within you is combined the magic blood of ancient Wise Women and Elders, as well as insight into and understanding of the modern world. The

She has heard what a loony you are, and she seems to think it may be hereditary. "I hope you are not like your uncle," she keeps saying, with a sort of brooding look in her eye.' 'You must have misunderstood her. "I hope you are like your uncle," she probably said. Or "Do try, darling, to be more like your uncle.

Le raffinement culinaire était l'orgueil suprême des trois soeurs ; la table représentait pour elles la conservation d'un héritage sacré, d'une culture aux terres de laquelle elles ne reviendraient plus, écartées de leur patrie par le temps et par des mers immenses. J'avoue que j'ai vécu

Foreigners, here it is, this is my homeland, here I was born and here live my dreams.

We are all made in the image of God, beings of immortal consciousness cloaked in diaphanous heavenly light—a heritage buried beneath the cloddish flesh. That heritage we can only acknowledge by meditation. There is no other way—not by reading books, not by philosophical study, but by devotion and continuous prayer and scientific meditation that uplifts the consciousness to God.

There is no human society without some musical tradition. Although the traditions are very different, some principles can be found everywhere.

She was one of those Southerners who knew from an early age that the South could never be more for them than a fragrant prison, administered by a collective of loving but treacherous relatives.

There are no ideas in the South, just barbecue.

My mother, Southern to the bone, once told me, "All Southern literature can be summed up in these words: 'On the night the hogs ate Willie, Mama died when she heard what Daddy did to Sister.'" She raised me up to be a Southern writer, but it wasn't easy.

She was one of those Southerners who were aware from an early age that the South could never be more for them than a fragrant prison, administered by a collective of loving but treacherous relatives.

My mother's family is passionate about visiting and cleaning the graves of their deceased. Once a year, the Peeks and the Nolens would gather to clean the tombstones and plant flowers at the grave sites of their people. Once, in Piedmont, when I was a little boy, I was helping to clean a grave of an ancestor of my grandfather named Jerry Mire Peek. When I asked my cousin Clyde whom this unknown relation was named after, he said, "He was named after the prophet Jerry Mire.