Quotes About Ancestry

My house was a guest house of many Jaina saints, Hindu monks, Sufi mystics, because my grandfather was interested in all of these people.

My forebears refused to cut the sugar cane for plantation owners, and I am recognisably a product of that background.

For me, I wear a suit because I need to remember what's happened before me.

I live in the house my great-grandfather moved to in 1865... I spent all my summers here as a kid haying with my grandfather, and it was my favorite place in the world.

And yet they are in us, those who have long since passed away, as natural disposition, as burden on our destiny, as blood that throbs, and as gesture that rises up out of the depths of time.

We were once, she says, a great clan, we laments. Our forefathers worked mines up in those tall mountains; among humans occasionally a cut stone of primal sorrow turns up, or a slag of petrified wrath from an ancient volcano. Yes, those came from up there. We were rich once.

Hell, he never had any doubts about his humanity -- that was left to his free offspring.

I am not ashamed of my grandparents for having been slaves. I am only ashamed of myself for having at one time being ashamed.

Man is physically as well as metaphysically a thing of shreds and patches, borrowed unequally from good and bad ancestors, and a misfit from the start.

Yanked out of the present, Adam discovered the richness of the past in people's stories.

În casa aceasta ,zeiÈ›a noastr? a orezului este bunica ta!Ea este p?str?toarea visurilor !Uit?-te cu atenÈ›ie È™i ai s-o vezi cum st? pe tronul ei de lemn ,È›inându-ne toate speranÈ›ele si visurile ,mari È™i mici,ale tale È™i ale mele ,în braÈ›ele ei puternice .Anii nu-i scad puterea !

You can become interested too late to realize how important your family tree is. The

Grandfather's been dead for all these years, but if you lifted my skull, by God, in the convolutions of my brain you'd find the big ridges of his thumbprint. He touched me. As I said earlier, he was a sculptor.

You see? Granger turned to Montag. Grandfather's been dead for all these years, but if you lifted my skull, by God, in the convolutions of my brain you'd find the big ridges of his thumbprint.

Ona and Yagan people.

your grandfather called it. It has stood the test of time, and

Nately had a bad start. He came from a good family.

I will give you intelligence, submitted the Creator, enough knowledge to destroy everything on earth, but you will have to use it. Done! said our ancestor and that was our Genesis.

I came into poetry feeling as though, on some level, these words were not just mine but my grandparents', their parents'.

Cut the ties you have to failure and shame. Let go the pain you are holding in your mind, your shoulders, your heart, all the way to your feet. Let go the pain of your ancestors to make way for those who are heading in our direction. Ask for forgiveness. Call upon the help of those who love you. These helpers take many forms: animal, element, bird, angel, saint, stone, or ancestor.

I have forgotten the reason, forgive me. I have forgotten my name in the language I was born to, forgive me.

began to follow all of my thoughts and was surprised how many didn't belong to me. And how many had threads to ancestors, relatives, strangers, even plants, elements, and animals.

To imagine the spirit of poetry is much like imagining the shape and size of the knowing. It is a kind of resurrection light; it is the tall ancestor spirit who has been with me since the beginning, or a bear or a hummingbird. It is a hundred horses running the land in a soft mist, or it is a woman undressing for her beloved in firelight. It is none of these things. It is more than everything.

Our knowledge is based on the origin stories of land, genealogy and ancestors. If you know the branches of the tree of relationship between tribal clans and family members, then you know who you are, said the panther to its cubs.