The fans in Canada have been there since day one. They're the originals. When people say that's your roots, that's literally my roots. I've just cut this tree off and replanted it somewhere else and it started growing. But the roots are there.
The fans in Canada have been there since day one. They're the originals. When people say that's your roots, that's literally my roots. I've just cut this tree off and replanted it somewhere else and it started growing, but the roots are still here.
In the Twenties, it wasn't a remarkable thing for a singer to be an actor, or even to be involved in politics. If this is our roots, how can you blame the branches for following the course of the roots.
My favourite poem is called 'Roots and Wings' - it's a very moving poem about how if you've got real roots you can fly.
Consider a tree for a moment. As beautiful as trees are to look at, we don't see what goes on underground - as they grow roots. Trees must develop deep roots in order to grow strong and produce their beauty. But we don't see the roots. We just see and enjoy the beauty. In much the same way, what goes on inside of us is like the roots of a tree.
Marriage exists as an institution of exploitation, it is not togetherness. That is why no happiness comes out of it as a flowering. It cannot. Out of the roots of exploitation how can ecstasy be born?
We all have to consciously make efforts to identify our roots and nurture them.
My surface is myself. Under which to witness, youth is buried. Roots? Everybody has roots.
A genuine man goes to the roots. To be a radical is no more than that: to go to the roots.
We have very strong roots in Italy and we are committed to deepen these roots even more.
I love guys who have roots. Paul Pierce has roots embedded in Boston.
It's really cheesy, but basically, 'Roots' got me to find out my own roots.
Order and disorder, form and formless must have profound psychological roots, nervous roots.
All writers have roots they draw from - travel, work, family. My roots are in science and it is fertile ground for fiction.
loneliness has its roots in words,in internal conversation that nodbody answers,solitude has it's roots in the great silence of eternity.
Passion, that thing of beauty, that flowering without roots, has to be born, live and die without reason.