A Quote by Reggie Miller

I love guys who have roots. Paul Pierce has roots embedded in Boston. — © Reggie Miller
I love guys who have roots. Paul Pierce has roots embedded in Boston.
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.
I think in Boston we had three great players in Kevin Garnett, Paul Pierce and Ray Allen.
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.
What we're about is a manifestation of the Catholic roots of Boston College.
We have very strong roots in Italy and we are committed to deepen these roots even more.
My surface is myself. Under which to witness, youth is buried. Roots? Everybody has roots.
The roots of the Divine are entrenched in this body. If you nurture the roots, how can you avoid the flowering?
A genuine man goes to the roots. To be a radical is no more than that: to go to the roots.
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.
A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up and make new trees.
My music had roots which I'd dug up from my own childhood, musical roots buried in the darkest soil.
We are faced with having to learn again about interdependency and the need for rootedness after several centuries of having systematically-and proudly-dismantled our roots, ties, and traditions. We had grown so tall we thought we could afford to cut the roots that held us down, only to discover that the tallest trees need the most elaborate roots of all.
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