Quotes About Ancestry

The cry is not yours. It is not you talking, but innumerable ancestors talking with your mouth. It is not you who desire, but innumerable generations of descendants longing with your heart.

individuals who were more or less happy with themselves, secure in their own souls, usually opened themselves to new friendships. It was those whose ancestry and native status were their only hopes for distinction who tended to be critical and cold toward "new people.

Rob dio al niño el nombre judío de Mirdin ben Jesse

Rowan." He came back to sit, so that she hid her trembling hands under the table. "My cousins are many. Here, in Ireland. In Wales, Cornwall. Some are Donovans, some Malones, some Rileys. And some are O'Mearas.

Imagine there's no God. There is no Heaven or Hell. There is only your son and his son and his son, and the world you leave for them.

brother, a swarthy barrel-maker whose Breton

Wainwright was pale-skinned, but all the black boys knew from his hair and nose that he had some Negro blood. He beat the black boys for knowing what he pretended not to know about himself.

She took her hatchet. She took flint and tinder. And like her mother she dug up her yams.

There isn't a story in the world that isn't in part, at least, addressed to the past.

He caught a glimpse in the mirror the other day, and how in tarnation did I acquire the face of my father's father?

There isn't a story in the world that isn't in part, at least, addressed to the past. I

I cannot be guilty of something that other people have done, even if it is my parents or grandparents.

For we think back through our mothers if we are women.

We think back through our mothers and grandmothers, if we are women.

Gold runs in our blood.

a woman writing thinks back through her mothers.

Are you sure you don't have a crazy hairy grandmother in your family?

The act of vividly recalling a patch of the past is something that I seem to have been performing with the utmost zest all my life, and I have reason to believe that this almost pathological keenness of the retrospective faculty is a hereditary trait.

Consider me, Descended also From the Mystery.

It was then that stories of the dreaming disease began to circulate more widely. We heard from our customers of a girl who smelled of cooking oil, who remembered all the wars ever fought. She could recall and recount every death, every rape, every wound, every moment of suffering that had ever been inflicted by a member of her ancestral lineage. The only place she could find relief from this barrage of collective memory was in water.

The crowned heads that leaned over his cradle were members of his family. Charlemagne was a direct ancestor; among his uncles and cousins were Kaiser Wilhelm II, Alfonso XIII of Spain, Ferdinand I of Rumania, Gustav VI of Sweden, Constantine I of Greece, Haakon VII of Norway and Alexander I of Yugoslavia. Europe's crises were family problems.

Our work-worn hands, our strong legs, our tree-trunk backs, our throats and mouths speaking spells, singing incantations, and screaming out warnings, our bodies and our stories and our ceaseless working, loving, fighting for remembrance of our past and hope for our future, the safety of our loved ones, the knowledge of our ways, all these have been the true magickal tools of our survival.

Quise saber si olía a alcanfor porque me parecía que habría quedado impregnado, como su progenitor. Pero sólo me olió a mí misma, a mi propia sangre ya a mi mismo olor.

is possible that she had Jewish ancestry, and if she did, Ferdinand was also Jewish