Quotes About Heritage

Hanukah is over, we're not Jewish anymore," she tells me.

I don't want to be Jewish, I want to be British," she announces in early December.

My dad recently reminded me that my grandfather's cousin was Lefty Frizzell.

We're going to survive—our songs, our stories. They'll never be able to forget us. Decades after the last man who fought at Troy is dead, their sons will remember the songs their Trojan mothers sang to them. We'll be in their dreams—and in their worst nightmares too.

Understanding anyone begins with the person's family history and the culture he or she is a part of.

Uncontrolled immigration threatens to deconstruct the nation we grew up in and convert America into a conglomeration of peoples with almost nothing in common -- not history, heroes, language, culture, faith, or ancestors. Balkanization beckons.

What a name – Pyotr Frankis. I wondered who had made it up for him. Pyotr Frankis, Jascha – Slavs all over the place, it would seem. Just like my great-grandmother. I felt for her in my mind about the same way you'd feel for a stray piece of food in your mouth with your tongue, but as usual, I had no sense of her beyond a particularly intense memory.

pedigree was for animals

Mercy is not a proper Indian name."..........."Rash Coyote Who Runs With Wolf. We could shorten it to Dinner Woman.

Identity was partly heritage, partly upbringing, but mostly the choices you make in life. ~ Bran

Stefan: "Indian with a dot, not a feather.

Sometimes I think I live more closely to the past than the present.

You don't have the courage of a half-bred mongrel.

Are you not my daughter, whispered another voice, Coyote's voice

He knew that Wiccans consider themselves witches—and some of them had enough witchblood to make it so. But witches, the real thing, weren't witches because of what they believed, but because of genetic heritage.

identity was partly heritage, partly upbringing, but mostly the choices you make in life.

I am Elizaveta Arkadyevna Vyshnevetskaya, of house Kikimora. I can trace my bloodline a thousand years.

And, as his father liked to say, identity was partly heritage, partly upbringing, but mostly the choices you make in life.

half-breed Salish or Flathead.)

Perhaps 'home' can be where one comes from, as well as where one lives.

It's a little bit in the genes because my brother is a journalist and my father was a sports writer.

William stopped in front of me. "Cassie," he said softly. "How do you know?" I asked. "You must be Cassie. You look just like your mama did when she was your age." "Really?" "Really. She even had braids like you." William reached out and touched my hair. "Did you tease her?" I asked. "Of course," said William. "It was my job.

Languages are dying at an unprecedented rate. A language dies every 14 days.

Florida is a blend of many societies... Each has a colorful and exciting history that they bring to our state.