Quotes About Ancestry

half-breed Salish or Flathead.)

The old woman sang of a time gone ahead, and of those already walking ahead of her on the pathway. Her eyes were reddened as though they bled. And her songs, like the pathways, were interweavings of times and places and of all that breathed between earth and sky.

Mame Dennis: That's a B. It's the first letter of a seven-letter word that means your father.

Soy Abush! ¡Hijo de un millar de reyes de la antigüedad! ¡Heredero de los sagrados montes y valles y de las gloriosas bestias que los habitan! ¿¡Qué derecho tienes a proferir tan arrogantes exigencias!? ¿¡Quién te crees que eres, niño!? -Soy Robin. Hijo de Batman. ¡Y no te hace falta saber nada más!

Consanguinity, which says, 'a piece of a thing can represent the whole of a thing.

My father and mother were second cousins, though they did not meet till shortly before their marriage.

I mean one can be so remote in spirit from one's actual father -or mother- it's as though one doesn't belong to them. Spiritually," he dared, "one can be someone else's child.

We would all like to believe that we came from nowhere but ourselves, every gesture is our own. But then we find we belong to the history and fate of a long line of beings that also may have wished to be free.

I seriously doubt that some slave ship ancestor, in those idle moments between being raped and beaten, was standing knee-deep in their own feces rationalizing that, in the end, the generations of murder, unbearable pain and suffering, mental anguish, and rampant disease will all be worth it because someday my great-great-great-great-grandson will have Wi-Fi, no matter how slow and intermittent the signal is.

Perhaps "staying connected to history" challenges me because I am an American with an ingrained American worldview. We Americans tend to think mostly about the present or the future and very little about our connection to the past. I don't even know my great-grandfather's name. A friend in Lebanon can trace his lineage back to the Phoenicians in 300 B.c.!

I am here because of those who came before. And I will go on because of those who come after.

Lascaux was in my time-stream, my ancestry, and Lascaux was the joy and the transport of stories. That's what lasts. It has lasted thirty thousand years.

Down the corridor, the staircase was decorated with paintings of them all, her and Mum and Grandad and countless other similar faces that stared out at her and reminded her, as she climbed down the stairs, that men and women may come and go, be born and die, but the family goes on and stays the same forever.

Never forget where you came from, Gina Attaviano, Alessandro said to her before he died. Then it will always be easy.

We will call him Anthony Alexander Barrington. After my father and brother. We'll call him Alexander.

Is it possible to have some kind of genetic memory of a place where you've never lived, but your ancestors have? Or am I just a sentimental fool, my judgement fuddled by nostalgia, Guinness, and the romance of the diaspora?

I find my grandfather, buried with Great-Aunt Hannah and Uncle Jack. His surname is spelled 'MacCarthy', with an extra 'a'; like many names here, it's a translation from the Irish, so the 'a' is optional, and may appear and disappear with the generations.

It took eight generations of cousins marrying to produce you

I can trace her bloodline right back to Arabians on Earth from the mid-nineteenth century. She's as pure as they come. Not an artificial sequence in her whole genome;

He really your dad? Yes. On my father's side.

Now to Enoch was born Irad, and Irad was the father of Mehujael, and Mehujael was the father of Methusael, and Methusael was the father of Lamech.

Adah gave birth to Jabal; he was the father of those who dwell in tents and raise livestock.

When Enosh was 90 years old, he became the father of Kenan.

When Jared was 162 years old, he became the father of Enoch.