Quotes About Ancestry

I'm sorry, you just remind me of someone. (Rose) Old boyfriend? (Gallagher) No, my great-grandfather. (Rose) That's not particularly flattering. I thought I looked rather good for my age. (Gallagher)

Holy crap, Caleb! You're my uncle. Nick No! Caleb It's worse. He's the half-brother of your great-grandfather. Kody You're not helping. Caleb No, but I'm entertaining myself at your adorable expense. Kody Yeah, y'all are missing the important fact. To a Cajun, that makes him my uncle. Nick Great. I always wanted to be a monkey's uncle. Nice to know I finally succeeded. Caleb

She was from the bloodline of kings. He was from the bloodline of killers.' (Carlos)

All my life I believed I became an athlete through my own determination, but it's impossible to think that being descended from slaves hasn't left an imprint through the generations.

Apart from life, a strong constitusion and an abiding connection to the Thembu royal house, the only thing my father bestowed upon me at birth was a name, Rolihlahla

My great-grandfather, Karl Wallenda, was my biggest hero in life, my biggest inspiration behind everything I do.

I am your brother. I was supposed to be your brother before either of us was born. Karmic debt. It appears I was Vlad the Impaler or Genghis Khan in a past life.

Life is surely given us for higher purposes than to gather what our ancestors have wisely thrown away, and to learn what is of no value but because it has been forgotten.

If genetic memory or racial memory persists, is it possible that individual memory also exists from previous lives?

After all, he did say you were the issue of an encounter between your father and a traeling hatcha-hatcha dancer." There was a gasp of horror from the crowd. Duncan, smiling thinly, said through gritted teeth: "Thank you so much for reminding us all, Anthony.

She recalled Duncan telling her that his ancestor had a girlfriend in the village and used the tunnel to sneak out and see her. "Well, Great-Great-Grandfather," she said, smiling, "you were a naughty boy, weren't you?

the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began ...

Mankind is one thing; a man's self is another. What that self is tangles itself knottily with what his people were, and what they came out of. Mine came out of Texas, as did I. If those were louts, they were my own louts.

The underlying reason why Woods might be identified as black in the first place, given his very mixed heritage, is the traditional "one-drop rule" in the United States. This rule refers to the legal (for a time) designation of people with any black ancestry—that is, a person with even a single drop of black blood—as black.

While Puerto Ricans, compared to other Latino migrants, enjoy the benefit of U.S. citizenship at birth, the population is generally very racially mixed; many have some African ancestry, and darker-skinned Puerto Ricans in particular have encountered significant racial barriers.

Fei Xiaoton, the University of Chicago - trained Chinese sociologist, once observed, this nation is "a land without ghosts," a place where people are so busy with promises of progress that they have forgotten where they come from and who their ancestors were...

As a baby, Oliver Cromwell was abducted by his grandfather's pet monkey.

Another saying, "The egg didn't like its shell," was used for people who tried to distance themselves from where they came from, or who disrespected their parents.

The greenhouse—distant cousin, Ida, reportedly something of a botanist. The bed where we conceived Lily: Great-great-great-great-Aunt Minerva. Aunt Augustine's dish set isn't just an heirloom—it really is Aunt Augustine.

Beloved," he said. "Claim me, and I will do your will. I am yours by right, through the line of your foremothers and forefathers. Only let me own you. Perceval. My darling.

It was a relief to speak his native tongue, familiar words and known patterns that had settled into his bones with father's milk and rooted deep.

There was nothing in her immediate ancestry to account for her. There was no explaining her except by the theory that some fierce spark of endeavor, lit by a forgotten pioneer ancestor, had lived on in the contented stuff of succeeding generations until the wind of a new age whipped it into a flame that was called Marianne Le Patourel. . . . Or by the theory propounded by the peasant nurse of her babyhood, who had vowed she was a changeling.

Why do these big old country houses always have family portraits in the dining room? Do you really want to eat with someone's gloomy great-grandfather looking down on you?

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