Quotes About Legacy

Tolstoy may not be showing that much of Russia at that time even. It's hard to tell. You tend to associate the quality of the period with what's lasted - what's still good. And that quality becomes the whole period.

One of the greatest things about writing as a profession is that the words of Tolstoy, Chesterton and Dostoyevsky have lived for a hundred years and are just as powerful today. Their words have changed me just as much as the people I actually met.

I am a writer. I am rooted in Tolstoy, I am rooted in Homer, I am rooted in Cervantes.

Bill Burr, Freddy Soto, Joe Rogan, Tom Segura... those people influenced me a lot more than any of the older guys like Richard Pryor.

I was the muse of Tom Ford and Gucci for years, but that was a long time ago.

As he grew older, his material was just as relevant and just as exciting and the band's just as killer... It seems surreal that there's no more Tom Petty, in person.

Tom Browkaw said it best. He said NBC could survive without him or the rest of the news division, but not Nancy Fields.

I've had 79 to 80 years of show business. I started when I was 5 with a man called Tom Mix. I didn't have time to go to school because I was in silent movies, I was in radio, I was in burlesque, I worked with the circus. I'm all show business!

I think we had made 160 'Tom and Jerry' cartoons.

Wars, plagues, names upon tombs tell us only what happened. But history lies in the cracks in between. In the inexplicable, invisible turns and decisions. A person saying no instead of yes. …It is not that they had lived…but how.

All love stories beget ghost stories.

Before the Holocaust," Paul was explaining to Daryl now, "when someone tripped on a paving stone in the road, the folk saying went, A Jew must be buried there. So the stumble stones take the old folk saying

Undismayed by the ordinary evil of the world, he had the place and the power to make good, to do good. And he did so. He believed one could do right. He had been raised to expect that one could. His was the last generation for whom those givens remained as undisturbed as a silk purse.

How quickly the world plows us under, she thought with a pang. For two generations, maybe three, we lived on. After that, we're nothing more than a name, or—her eye fell on one of Great-Aunt Minerva's chairs standing like a sentry against the wall—a part of the furniture.

The things that remain matter. Because of them, I can render a plausible life.

This, she wanted to say. This moment no one sees. That tells it all. "Listen," he said. "There is no story until we're dead, and then our children tell it. We are just living. Your mother was living. Stop looking for what's not there. Nothing happened—life happened. Reality is not a story." "So only the people with stories to tell are those on the stones?

What if a place could remember what had happened? What if a place could speak? What if that memory tripped us up in our daily lives?

Ogden Moss Milton Nov. 11, 1899–Oct. 4, 1980 Katherine Milton May 4, 1905–Sept. 10, 1988 Ogden Moss Milton Jr. March 17, 1930–Aug. 22, 1959 Evelyn Milton Pratt April 18, 1937–March 24, 2017

Wars, plagues, names upon tombs tell us only what happened. But history lies in the cracks between

Trump has taken mafia government to heights unrivaled in this country's history. His swiftness to trade U.S. policy concessions for personal advancement will be the most shameful legacy of his presidency.

On the contrary, the great force of history comes from the fact that we carry it within us, are unconsciously controlled by it in many ways, and history is literally present in all that we do.'12 It was in an essay

There have been none like us before. And there will be none afterwards. Be careful what you write.

All of sudden it hit Mariah like a bolt of thunder that it was Bannie's death why they got beat. It was the land...the land! She looked to Jacob - to his papa. Both of them looking like lightning just struck.

Well, they took the neck bones down from the Royal Oaks tree. Rest of the bones they separated from the chains on the ground. And they carried them back to Tangierneck for a decent funeral. Then laid them to rest in Cleveland's Field. All Ol Jefferson could say was, "Did him the same way they did Bard Tom. Same way they did his father.