Quotes About Ancestry

My mother's mother's family moved north from Mexico after having migrated from Spain, from Portugal, from Ireland, and likely from an Indian village somewhere.

My mother's mother's family moved north from Mexico having migrated from Spain, from Portugal, from Ireland, and likely from an Indian village somewhere.

Raz was one of those vanguard human beings of indeterminate ethnicity, the magnificent mutts that I hope we are all destined to become given another millennium of intermixing. His skin was a rich pecan color from his dad, who was part African American and part native Hawaiian. His hair, straight and glossy black, and the almond shape of his eyes came from his Japanese grandmother. But their color was the cool blue he'd inherited from his mum, a Swedish windsurfing champion.

I don't rightly know who was my great-grandfather, much less his father. How come you know that about a horse?

Think of your forefathers! Think of your posterity!

Let us now praise famous men, and our fathers that begat us.

Our mothers and our grandmothers, some of them: moving to music not yet written.

Every man is his own ancestor, and every man his own heir. He devises his own future, and he inherits his own past.

Fortunate are the people whose roots are deep.

Heirlooms we don't have in our family. But stories we've got.

Time whereof the memory of man runneth not to the contrary.

The spirit hits them and they follow (My italics) Louis Armstrong Mumbo Jumbo [Mandingo m?-m?-gyo-mb?, "magician who makes the troubled spirits of ancestors go away": m?-m?, grandmother+gyo, trouble+ mb?, to leave.] The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language

They looked at the paper and saw nothing in those curving lines, but they knew and understood everything, for their geography was in their blood and they felt biologically their picture of the world.

Those into whose lives you are born do not pass away. Slow Man

Those into whose lives you are born do not pass away.

So what is it, he thought, that binds me to this spot of earth as if to a home I cannot leave? We must all leave home, after all, we must all leave our mothers. Or am I such a child, such a child from such a line of children, that none of us can leave, but have to come back to die here with our heads upon our mothers' laps, I upon hers, she upon her mother's, and so back and back, generation upon generation?

as well as Assail and his two cousins, Fang I and II.

It's in your father's volume. Xcor is the blooded son of the Black Dagger Brother Hharm. Just as you are." Tohr

THE OLD COUNTRY, 1731 F

We are all products of our upbringings, Primale. The constructions that result from our choices are laid upon the foundation set by our parents and their parents before them. We are but the next level in the house or paver in the path.

I've just figured out she is thirty-one-and-a-quarter-per-cent English, twenty-seven-and-a-half-per-cent Irish, twenty-five-per-cent German, eighty-and-three-quarters-per-cent Dutch, seven-and-a-half-per-cent Scotch, one-hundred-per-cent wonderful.

In dim ways he recognized in man the animal that had fought itself to primacy over the other animals of the Wild. Not alone out of his own eyes, but out of the eyes of all his ancestors was the cub now looking upon man.

This man did not know cold. Possibly, all the generations of his ancestry had been ignorant of cold, of real cold, of cold 107 degrees below freezing point. But the dog knew; all its ancestry knew, and it had inherited the knowledge.

Compared with White Fang, they were frail and flabby, and clutched life without any strength in their grip. White Fang had come straight from the Wild, where the weak perish early and shelter is vouchsafed to none. In neither his father nor his mother was there any weakness, nor in the generations before them.