Quotes About Ancestry

He no longer has any doubt that he will pass along what the billions—trillions!—of archaea have installed within him.

Parents pass their genes vertically to their offspring.

Panthea, the daughter of John Kennedy Ching

The part of me that's me is gone. I'm just part of this line of people. There's no me left. I'm nothing.

You will find that the past is still very much alive down here.

All modern humans are related to what scientists call Mitochondrial Eve. This refers to our common matrilineal ancestor. She lived approximately 200,000 years ago and depending on how you estimate the length of a generation, we are only 5,000 to 10,000 generations from one another. To put it another way, each of us is a cousin of one another at most 10,000 times removed. And yes, Mitochondrial Eve lived in Africa, so, in a very real way, we are all Africans.

But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it.

Jem made the little Scottish noise again, and Brianna looked sideways at him. Are you doing that on purpose? He looked up at her, surprised. Doing what? Never mind. When you are fifteen, I'm locking you in the cellar. What? Why? he demanded indignantly. Because that's when your father and grandfather started getting into real trouble, and evidently you're going to be just like them.

If one day, a bhailach...ye should meet a verra large mouse named Michael-ye'll tell him your grandsire sends his regards.

I am a warrior, that my son may be a merchant—and his son may be a poet.

We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back through the years; we see the shape of memory, standing solid in an empty doorway. By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we haunt ourselves.

My grandsire,' Jamie observed evenly, 'has by all reports got a character that would enable him to hide conveniently behind a spiral staircase.

We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back through the years; we see the shape of memory, standing solid in an empty doorway. By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we haunt ourselves. Each ghost comes unbidden from the misty grounds of dream and silence.

Comment sont vos selles, grandpere? - Germain to Jamie.

There was a third brother who became a curate, but I don't know much about him…

also was remembering the baronet who might have been his father. He reached

Just as my grandmother taught me, and her grandmother before her.

he knew damned well that he was really the son of— He choked that thought off, shoving it violently to the back of his mind. "Son of" had brought Lord John vividly to mind, though.

Shock was giving way to a nervous impulse to laugh. Ken his family? Not likely; and how should he explain that he was the grandson—six times over—of her own brother, Dougal? That he was, in fact, not only Jamie's nephew, but her own as well, if a bit further down the family tree than one might expect?

just Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I couldn't feel properly toward a child that's not Ã¢â'¬Â¦ well, not of my blood.

Aye, well, my mother was their sister, and there were two more sisters, besides. My Auntie Janet is dead, like my mother, but my Auntie Jocasta married a cousin of Rupert's, and lives up near the edge of Loch Eilean Mhor. Auntie Janet had six children, four boys and two girls, Auntie Jocasta had three, all girls, Dougal's got the four girls, Callum has little Hamish only, and my parents had me and my sister, who's named for my Auntie Janet, but we called her Jenny always.

See, when ye come to reckon your life," she said briskly, stooping to pick up the goat's rope, "ye see that it's the bairns are most important. They carry your blood and they carry whatever else ye gave them, on into the time ahead.

he might be a smaller version of his uncle Dougal, who sat next to him.

I feel so much more connected with my Asian side than I do with my British side - of course, I'm proud of my British side.