Quotes About Kinship

One can be a brother only in something. Where there is no tie that binds men, men are not united but merely lined up.

In an odd way, she felt more kinship with the mysterious Lord of the Wild Hunt than with anyone at Seelie Court . . . at least since Bella had gone. No one knew who the Lord of the Wild Hunt was. His identity, and that of his host, was closely guarded. Too bad, since she'd like to meet him sometime, no matter that he resided in the Black.

The Tyrants who, at the end of the seventh century, had everywhere gained control, first in the leading Ionian states and then on the mainland, signify a decisive victory for individualism over the ideology of kinship. In this respect, as in others, they form the bridge to democracy, many of whose conquests they anticipate, for all their own undemocratic character.

Few are the giants of the soul who actually feel that the human race is their family circle.

What was nice for me was that when I got to secondary school - like high school - I met many other Ghanaian schoolgirls whose parents were also born in Ghana and were raising them here. We automatically had a huge kinship that was amazing.

There are certain people you feel like you've known for a long time from the moment you meet them, and that's exactly how it was with Gaga.

Me and George and Billy are two of a kind.

Me and J-Lin are really good friends.

Your father lies beneath a stone,' old Aedwen mumbles, dozing at her wheel, and Godric thinks how it's a stone as well they're all beneath. The stone is need and hurt and gall and tongue-tied longing, for that's the stone that kinship always bears, yet the loss of it would press more grievous still.

Few are the giants of the soul who actually feel that the human race is their family circle.

Youth's longing misconceived inconsistency. Those whom I deemed Changed to my kin, the friends of whom I dreamed, Have aged and lost our old affinity: One has to change to stay akin to me.

Not how one soul comes close to another, but how it moves away, shows me their kinship and how much they belong together.

Only those who continue to change remain my kin

We are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language.

When I come to England, I don't claim England; I don't own it. I feel a great kinship because of the literature and the landscape. I have great affection for Edward Thomas and Philip Larkin, but there's still this distance: looking on at what I'm admiring, separate from what I am. And that's OK.

As we grow older, we forget how near to the ground we once were. I do not mean merely because our heads were lower down than they are now, though of course that comes into it; but near in the sense of kinship. A small child is aware of the sights and smells and textures of the ground with an acute awareness that we lose in growing up.

Above all, I soaked in the 'feel' of the downs, the warm sense of the ground itself actively holding one up; a sureness, a steadfastness; and the sense that one gets in down country of kinship with a land that has been mixed up with the life men since it and men began.

Brother, thy tail hangs down behind.

how to set up an altar, give offerings and prayers, and what to place on altars. Choosing deities is one thing, connecting and putting in work is another. Combine the two, selecting and connecting, and you have a powerful kinship.

A human being has close kinship with the whole human race -- not a bond of blood or seed, but a community of mind. And you have forgotten this too, that every man's mind is a god and has flowed from that source; that nothing is our own property, but even our child, our body, our very soul have come from that source; that all is as thinking makes it so; that each of us lives only the present moment, and the present moment is all we lose.

For indeed whatsoever proceeds from the gods, deserves respect for their worth and excellency; and whatsoever proceeds from men, as they are our kinsmen, should by us be entertained, with love, always; sometimes, as proceeding from their ignorance, of that which is truly good and bad, (a blindness no less, than that by which we are not able to discern between white and black:) with a kind of pity and compassion also.

Nevertheless, blood is thicker than water, as anyone knows who has tasted both.

I felt a kind of impersonal kinship with them and a joy in that kinship. Beauty of earth and sea and air meant more to me. I was in harmony with it, melted into the universe, lost in it, as one is lost in a canticle of praise, swelling from an unknown crowd in a cathedral. 'Praise ye the Lord, all ye fishes of the sea – all ye birds of the air – all ye children of men – Praise ye the Lord!' Yes, I felt closer to my fellow men too, even in my solitude.

And there were moments on that first night in this fetid little paradise when I prayed that in spite of all my secret power, I was somehow kin to every mortal man. Maybe I was not the exotic outcast that I imagined, but merely the dim magnification of every human soul.