Quotes About Ancestry

My mum's parents were from Ireland, my dad's mum was American-Irish.

Blood will tell, but often it tells too much.

The past isn't in the past. It's always with us. In our history. Our minds, our blood.

...as one reads more and more and more you get more fathers in your hierarchy of fathers. And then, after summoning twenty or thirty fathers, perhaps you are born, or perhaps you are not born.

The border between the dead and the living, if you're Mexican, doesn't exist. The dead are part of your life.

I was told all my life I was part Cherokee. Then it was Crow. The latest is Blackfoot.

We know where we're going cause we know where we're from.

famously, Scots are very interested in their past, real or invented, but who else is?

Yes, they put their babies inside an iron stove full of coals. So, if you see a Russian person doing something crazy, as you sometimes do, remember—they have been doing that shit forever. It's nothing new.

I didn't know you were re­lated to Se­wall Boat House too,' she said. 'Yeah. I come from a long line of wood and stone.

Nobody knows what tribes we came from nor what our tribal inheritance is nor what the mysteries were in the woods where the people lived that we came from. All we know is that we do not know. We know nothing about what happens to us in the nights.

Each time he fought he fought to kill and the other bulls were not afraid of him because they came of good blood and were not afraid.

PROFESSOR: Good, let's go on. I tell you, let's go on . . . How would you say, for example, in French: the roses of my grandmother are as yellow as my grandfather who was Asiatic?

Stephen Oppenheimer of Oxford University, a specialist in DNA studies, says: 'Every non-African in Australia, America, Siberia, Iceland, Europe, China, and India can trace their genetic inheritance back to just one line coming out of Africa.

It's like the old stories

Eighth Earl of Spencer

I read somewhere that human beings are genetically predisposed to record history.

And that survey is the one we all go back to. When you find one of their original corners, it is like a handshake with the past.

To jest tak, jakby? te wszystkie znajomo?ci dosta? w spadku. Po rodzicach, po dziadkach, pradziadkach. Tak to dzia?a. W?a?ciwie to ich nie znasz, ale znasz.

Elephants and grandchildren never forget.

She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the window of her eyes and this is very frightening.

She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening.

She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man's land between life and death, sleeping and waking.

Don't forget about us. No lights are too bright to forget where you come from. Remember. Remember.