#ancestors

Most of our ancestors were not perfect ladies and gentlemen. The majority of them weren't even mammals. ↗

— Robert Anton Wilson

#even #gentlemen #ladies #majority #mammals

I've always thought you have to live life looking forwards, not backwards. I've had no interest at all in who my ancestors are. ↗

— Jeremy Paxman

#ancestors #backwards #forwards #had #i

I can see why many Southerners, black ones in particular, don't like the implication that Southernness and the Confederate heritage are one and the same, because they're not. On the other hand, there are people who want to extirpate that completely and want folks to spit on the graves of their ancestors. ↗

— John Shelton Reed

#because #black #completely #confederate #folks

My mother was born in your state, Mr. Walter, and my mother was a Quaker, and my ancestors in the time of Washington baked bread for George Washington's troops when they crossed the Delaware, and my own father was a slave. ↗

— Paul Robeson

#baked #born #bread #crossed #delaware

But if people want to swim in the Thames, if they want to take their lives into their own hands, then they should be able to do so with all the freedom and exhilaration of our woad-painted ancestors. ↗

— Boris Johnson

#ancestors #exhilaration #freedom #hands #into

We must strive to become good ancestors. ↗

— Ralph Nader

#become #good #must #strive

The people who have recently come to this country to work and better their lives should be given the same opportunities that our parents, grandparents, and ancestors were given. ↗

— Jose Serrano

#better #come #country #given #grandparents

My first name - I have no middle name - was chosen by my father, as he told me, on that solitary walk in the forested hills. He selected it from a verse of the seventh chapter of Isaiah; there was no Immanuel among our ancestors known to him. ↗

— Immanuel Velikovsky

#ancestors #chapter #chosen #father #first

Genealogy becomes a mania, an obsessive struggle to penetrate the past and snatch meaning from an infinity of names. At some point the search becomes futile – there is nothing left to find, no meaning to be dredged out of old receipts, newspaper articles, letters, accounts of events that seemed so important fifty or seventy years ago. All that remains is the insane urge to keep looking, insane because the searcher has no idea what he seeks. What will it be? A photograph? A will? A fragment of a letter? The only way to find out is to look at everything, because it is often when the searcher has gone far beyond the border of futility that he finds the object he never knew he was looking for. ↗

— Henry Wiencek

#life #search #time #family

All literature, or most literature, is about sex." (A. Burgess) ↗

— Blanche Bachelar

#generation #love #paris #psychology #romance