Lineage Quotes

“The Voyager

We are all lonely voyagers sailing on life's ebb tide,
To a far off place were all stripling warriors have died,
Sometime at eve when the tide is low,
The voices call us back to the rippling water's flow,
Even though our boat sailed with love in our hearts,
Neither our dreams or plans would keep heaven far apart,
We drift through the hush of God's twilight pale,
With no response to our friendly hail,
We raise our sails and search for majestic light,
While finding company on this journey to the brighten our night,
Then suddenly he pulls us through the reef's cutting sea,
Back to the place that he asked us to be,
Friendly barges that were anchored so sweetly near,
In silent sorrow they drop their salted tears,
Shall our soul be a feast of kelp and brine,
The wasted tales of wishful time,
Are we a fish on a line lured with bait,
Is life the grind, a heartless fate,
Suddenly, "HUSH", said the wind from afar,
Have you not looked to the heavens and seen the new star,
It danced on the abyss of the evening sky,
The sparkle of heaven shining on high,
Its whisper echoed on the ocean's spray,
From the bow to the mast they heard him say,
"Hope is above, not found in the deep,
I am alive in your memories and dreams when you sleep,
I will greet you at sunset and with the moon's evening smile,
I will light your path home.. every last lonely mile,
My friends, have no fear, my work was done well,
In this life I broke the waves and rode the swell,
I found faith in those that I called my crew,
My love will be the compass that will see you through,
So don't look for me on the ocean's floor to find,
I've never left the weathered docks of your loving mind,
For I am in the moon, the wind and the whale's evening song,
I am the sailor of eternity whose voyage is not gone.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“To all those who care,
You can't forever.
Time steals the years,
And your reflection in the mirror.
But I can still see the story in your eyes,
And your timeless passion that’s never died.
While your skin became tired,
Your heart became strong,
The present became the past,
And your memories like a song.
And though the moment at hand is all that we have,
You’ve taught me to live it like it is our last.
Since two words don't say ‘thank you’ the way they are meant to,
I'll try all my life to be something like you.”
― Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 2

“He that can milk the cow and plough the furrow before talking wisdom with the Lord is indeed a man of special gifts”
― Robert Reid, The Empress:

“In your name, the family name is at last because it's the family name that lasts.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Some of us can live without a society but not without a family.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Fish, amphibian, and reptile, warm-blooded bird and mammal-each of us carries in our veins a salty stream in which the elements sodium, potassium, and calcium are combined in almost the same proportions as in sea water.”
― Rachel Carson, The Sea Around Us

“We are all tied to a lineage of love that has existed since time immemorial. Even if we haven't had a direct experience of that love, we know that it exists and has made an indelible imprint on our souls. It's remarkable to think that the entire span of human life exists within each one of us, going all the way back to the hands of the Creator. In our bodies we carry the blood of our ancestors and the seeds of the future generations. We are a living conduit to all life. When we contemplate the vastness of the interwoven network that we are tied to, our individual threads of life seem far less fragile. We are strengthened by who we come from and inspired by the those who will follow. ~ Sacred Instructions; Indigenous Wisdom for Living Spirit-Based Change.”
― Sherri Mitchell Weh'na Ha'mu Kwasset

“In united families, they might sleep with half filled stomach but no one sleeps with empty stomach.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

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

“Rosabella Beauty was the daughter of the famous Beauty, a girl whose love had turned the Beast back into a prince. Darling Charming was the daughter of the renowned King Charming, whose royal storyline stretched back to the very beginning of stories. The Charming men had always been known for their heroic deeds, luxurious hair, and enchanting eyes. Darling's two brothers were expected to follow in King Charming's heroic footsteps by saving damsels, slaying dragons, and basically conquering whatever evil stepped into their paths.
Darling, however, was not a son. She was a daughter. And being a daughter was a different matter altogether. No heroic deeds were expected of her. No quests or adventures. While the activities of the Charming princes had always been celebrated by poets and storytellers, the Charming princesses had a singular destiny- to be damsels in distress waiting for rescue.”
― Suzanne Selfors, A Semi-Charming Kind of Life

“Consider me,
Descended also
From the
Mystery.”
― Langston Hughes, Selected Poems

“You can take the Indian out of the family, but you cannot take the family out of the Indian.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“here is also a beautiful ripple effect that takes place when you love yourself. Your children learn how to love themselves; they teach their children how to love themselves and so on and so forth and look at that, you have done your part to heal an entire lineage of people!”
― Rachel D. Greenwell, How To Wear A Crown: A Practical Guide To Knowing Your Worth

“Being related to the horse does not make the mule a noble mustang. – To those who believe that nobility is a matter of lineage.”
― Lamine Pearlheart, The Sunrise Scrolls: To Life from the Shadows II

“I leaned back against the hearth, and the fire's warmth and fluttering light lulled me into gentler thoughts of Francesca. I closed my eyes and saw the beloved face dominated by wide-set antelope eyes. Her eyebrows arched like the wings of a swan, and the whites of her eyes, almost bluish, made a startling contrast to her caramel skin. I later learned that her great-great-grandmother had been kidnapped by slavers in Turkey, brought to Venice, and then sold to a German trader. It was a common story in Venice. Francesca's more recent ancestors had been German and Italian, and the result was a mix of northern ice and Mediterranean warmth.
Francesca's upper lip curved in that sensual way that caused jealous Muslim husbands to veil their wives' faces. Her smoldering Levantine beauty contrasted with her silver-blond Teutonic hair, shockingly fair next to her dusky complexion and the sultry hint of Byzantium flashing in her dark eyes. Her nostrils were shaped like perfect teardrops.”
― Elle Newmark, The Book of Unholy Mischief

“We’re each an amalgamation of all those in our lineage. - Fergus McCrae”
― Donna Kauffman, Pelican Point

“That knave would happily use a sextant to investigate his lineage and only tell the true Sun from a bastard.”
― Stewart Stafford

“A dynasty is nothing but the successful orchestration of treachery.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Then God said, "I'll bless you with a son to fill your heart with all the joy that was stolen from you." And I said, "Amen".”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“My father would take me into the voting booth with him
when I was little.
He also took me house to house raising
Dollars for Democrats.
He was gone by the time I turned 30,
but I feel him with me every time I vote,
even if there's no booth anymore
and no lever to pull to ensure privacy.

I took my mother to vote every single election
after she stopped driving,
even when she was in an assisted living residence.
Never would we pass up the opportunity to vote.”
― Shellen Lubin

“Astrology is nothing but fault in our lines.”
― Raubin Chaudhary

“The story of who you were will be told by the things that you accomplished. However, the greater story will be told by what you refused to accomplish.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“God will break all the yokes that turned your predecessors into a joke. He will use you to restore what was lost in your lineage. Have faith and aspire to be an agent of change!”
― Gift Gugu Mona, The Essence of Faith: Daily Inspirational Quotes

“But my parents who died in the fire, they...they were part of a noble family in England. The family has always owned the Rockford Manor in Oxfordshire, which is a mansion that includes acres of land, plus a local village where people live and farm---"
"Wait, noble? Do you mean like royalty?" Zoey interrupts, her eyes wide.
"No, no. But in England there's a system called the peerage---dukes and duchesses, earls and countesses---and they're ranked just below royalty. My dad was the younger son of the Duke of Wickersham, which made him a lord and my mom a lady."
Carole and Keith sit frozen, listening to me with a look of dread in their eyes.
"So what does that make you?" Zoey asks breathlessly.
"Well, when my parents were alive, it meant that I was treated a certain way just because I was part of this family of dukes and duchesses. But then after the fire, the line of succession changed---everything changed. My first cousin, Lucia, became next in line to inherit Rockford Manor and the title. So she would have been the Duchess of Wickersham." I swallow hard. "But she died in an accident last year---which I didn't even know about until today." My hands shake as I speak, and I can't look at Keith and Carole, unable to grasp how they could have kept this from me.
"That's awful! But what does it mean for you?" Zoey presses.
"Her death left me next in line after my grandfather. And he passed away last month---which I was also unaware of." This time I'm able to look at Carole and Keith, shooting them a withering glare.
Zoey's mouth hangs open.
"That means you're...you're a...?"
"Yeah. You're looking at the new Duchess of Wickersham and owner of Rockford Manor.”
― Alexandra Monir, Suspicion

“However important a role lineage has played in the Zen tradition, it has never been a historically based religion in the same sense as are the Abrahamic faiths. To begin with, it should be pointed out that "Dharma transmission" in Zen is really a matter of "recognition" of spiritual awakening, not the literal transference of anything, such as a robe and bowl, an esoteric teaching or ritual, or even a secret handshake or bowing technique. What is most important to practitioners is awakening itself, not the recognition they receive, however important the latter may be for the purposes of establishing teaching credentials and preserving institutional continuity. After all, one of the greatest Japanese Zen masters and the revitalizer of the Rinzai Zen institution, Hakuin, apparently never officially received a "seal of certification" (inka shomei) from any of the teachers he studied under, even though all Rinzai Zen masters today trace their transmission lineage back to and through him.”
― Bret W Davis, Zen Pathways: An Introduction to the Philosophy and Practice of Zen Buddhism

“But alas! My father, 0 my father! My people, 0 my people! My God, 0 my God! Release me from this too great trial and tribulation,, for it is greater than I can bear.”
― Donald Bain, Queen Esther, a Purim play, by Donald Bain. 1917 [Leather Bound]

“I do not know what it means to be Bangladeshi, but I want to learn about what my grandfather fought for.”
― Fariha Róisín, Survival Takes a Wild Imagination: Poems

“No one mourns four hundred thousand women—except the women who remember violence, in our bones.”
― Fariha Róisín, Survival Takes a Wild Imagination: Poems

“No one mourns four hundred thousand women—except the women who remember violence, in our bones.
But don't all women feel violence, in our bones?”
― Fariha Róisín, Survival Takes a Wild Imagination: Poems

“It would be foolish to say that the mutiny that led to the massacre of hundreds, their limp bodies lying across Matilda's corridors, began with Aster, who after all was only a woman, a small and largely unliked woman, whose heart was no more prone to thoughts of violence than any other who'd endured the decades of trauma that characterize all who lived in the low decks. She was stubborn and recalcitrant, but so were many. Like any tidal matter, a mutiny only had a middle.

The night in question, the night a storyteller might falsely call the beginning, Matilda percussed. Aster couldn't shut away the ship's metallic effervescence as she traveled back to her quarters from the Bowels, so instead she feed off the resultant overstimulation. There were worse things than being a motherless child. Without a past, Aster was boundless. She could metamorphose. She could be a shiny, magnificent, version of herself.”
― Rivers Solomon, An Unkindness of Ghosts