Quotes About Heritage

he says I am from there, I am from here, but I am neither there nor here. I have two names which meet and part… I have two languages, but I have long forgotten— which is the language of my dreams

Words are a homeland.

You ask: What is the meaning of "homeland"? They will say: The house, the mulberry tree, the chicken coop, the beehive, the smell of bread, and the first sky. You ask: Can a word of eight letters be big enough for all of these, yet too small for us?

Grandfather! I am the last of the living in this desert.

History is a people's memory, and without a memory, man is demoted to the lower animals.

Who we are cannot be separated from where we're from.

For as we stretch & strain to look through the various windows into the past, we do not merely see a bygone people hunting, fishing, painting their bodies, & dancing their dances. If we look long enough, if we dwell on their joy, fear, & reverence, we may in the end catch glimpses of almost forgotten aspects of our own selves.

It is the right of the grandfather to tell the grandson later what was said while in the womb. It is the right of the grandfather to give the name that will serve as a life program to its bearer. Grandfather

So one of the ways to maintain a certain sense of self is to remain somewhat linked to essential traditionalism.

They needed her mind, but only in the genetic scheme of things.

You have to live in a world divided into Noughts and Crosses. A world where you will be biologically both and socially neither. Mixed race. Dual heritage. Labels to be attached.

I want to go to college to study journalism. I want to speak French fluently, to travel. My mom was a journalist and it's in my blood.

We have our own history, our own language, our own culture. But our destiny is also tied up with the destinies of other people - history has made us all South Africans.

I am a human being; I am a woman; I am a black woman; I am an African. Once I was free; then I was captured and became a slave; but inside me, I have never been a slave; even today, inside me, here, and here, I am still a free woman.

lineage is only the normal marker of passing time.

When an old person dies, it's as though a library has burnt to the ground.

Il faut croire que nous, les Polonais, avions la maladie de vouloir changer de nationalité.

Får jag påminna dig om att du inte ens kände honom för några dagar sedan? - Det är mitt blod som rinner i hans ådror, så om jag säger att han är genom hederlig ber jag dig att inte tvivla på det

is often described as the finest illustrated manuscript of the entire Anglo-Saxon era.

England had been conquered by the Vikings, and its ancient royal family were in exile – in Normandy.

Everything to the north and east of that line was ruled by men of Scandinavian descent.

There was a time when my ancestors were proud of the title of chamberlain or butler to the King," said the Baron. "There was also a time," replied Morel haughtily, "when my ancestors cut off your ancestors' heads.

his mother's blue eyes which he had handed down to her, like some trinket to be kept in the family,

And so the indigenous languages of this place do belong to the people through whom they emerged. But they also carry within them an understanding of where we are and what is required of us all. Each time one of these languages disappears, even if you have never heard it, a great steel door closes forever on an understanding of this place. The