Quotes About Heritage

Well, everything I am, everything I'll ever be, I owe to my family, to God's grace and to the people of Indiana, and Columbus will always be home.

I loved Ghana Must Go by Taiye Selasi. Its about a first-generation African family living in America that has to return home to Nigeria when their estranged father passes away.

Krakow the city of Kings, was no longer mine. I had become a foreigner in the place i had always called home

Living in England has no such excuse: These are my customs and establishments.

I learned Spanish at home and, since half my family doesn't speak English, it's my first language.

I feel at home in a lot of places, but I am truly an African-American.

We can't just run away. It's our land. Our people. We have a duty.

There is no future for a people who deny their past.

I have Indian Blood in me. I have just enough white blood for you to question my honesty!

It is not the honor that you take with you, but the heritage you leave behind.

An old meaning of the word 'restoration' is to find someone with a royal bloodline who has been removed from the throne and then restore the person to that throne - to a position of honor.

If we do not honor our past, we lose our future. If we destroy our roots, we cannot grow.

Dedicated to the future, with honor to the past.

My belief is that I wasn't born into Judaism by accident, and so I needed to find ways to honor that.

To strip our past of glory is no great loss, but to deny it honor is devastating.

Hereditary honors are a noble and a splendid treasure to descendants.

Honor the community you come from. Tell their stories.

An opportunity to honor the legacy of the lives drawn into the lines in my face, the broad of my nose, the dark of my eyes, the fullness of my lips, and coal in my complexion.

You list the dead. You tell the stories of the past. You write about the catastrophes and the massacres. What about the living, Finnikin? Who honors them?

It's an honor to represent a Latin culture.

And yet one carries the sins of his forebears as one carries their features in his face. One bears their blood, and their honor or their blight.

These were honoured in their generations and were the glory of the times.

I love the nostalgic myself. I hope we never lose some of the things of the past.

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise. I rise. I rise.