Quotes About Legacy

Surely, your readings must have taught you that when men and women of arms have bled to secure a time of peace, the very people who most benefit from that peace are also the most likely to forget the bleeding.

Three things must you take up and three things must you lose before you die: a key, a crown, a child." Patience pushed her hood up over her head. "You will die when a silver rain falls.

351.Statues in parks: If the horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle; if the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds received in battle; if the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.

Soviet diplomat Vyacheslav Molotov is thought to be the only man to ever shake hands with Stalin, Lenin, Hitler, Himmler, Goering, Roosevelt, and Churchill and is also the inspiration behind the term Molotov cocktail.

Tom Mix was born in Pennsylvania, and when he was ten years old his parents took him to see Buffalo Bill Cody's Wild West. It changed young Tom forever. He took his mother's clothesline and taught himself rope tricks. He took scraps from around the house and made his own "cowboy outfit." And when he was finally old enough, he lit out for the rapidly vanishing West, ready to leave a mark as distinctive as Buffalo Bill or Wyatt Earp before it was gone forever.

Who will speak my name so I might taste eternity if no one knows i ever drew breath?

Old Gífr taught us to make that death as hard as nails.

We are all born, and we all die—be it from age and illness, like your people, or from battle, like mine. Everything between is what you make of it," Grimnir said.

That's the way I look at our marriage. Yes, we're parents, uncles and aunties, friends and bosses, but at our core we're just two big kids doing our best to create a life for our kids that makes us proud.

The dead don't care what you say, but maybe the words you speak at a graveside aren't for the dead at all. Maybe those words are for the living.

A millennium's worth of lies leads to a single truth—the future belongs to the young, if the old would kindly die and get the hell out of the way.

Do you know the difference between a hero and a martyr?" Quentin shook his head. "A hero is alive," Father Harry said. "A martyr is not.

Children connect you to eternity," she wrote us. "They're like notes to be opened after we die.

I just hope it grows into where it was before because I want my son to see it. I want him to have a positive memory of it going forward, so he can be proud of his daddy.

Whatever entity now resided within its walls, it found life through a legacy of tragedy and fear.

People talk of me as being the inventor of the legal thriller.

Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir men's blood and probably themselves will not be realized. Make big plans; aim high in hope and work, remembering that a noble, logical diagram once recorded will never die, but long after we are gone will be a living thing asserting itself with ever growing insistency. Remember that our sons and grandsons are going to do things that would stagger us. Let your watchword be order and your beacon beauty.

What has made America amazing has been the fact that throughout our history, throughout the more than 200 years of our history, there have been men and women of courage who stood up and decided it was more important to look out for the future of their children and their grandchildren than their own political futures.

What makes America amazing is that there have always been men and women of courage who were willing to think more about the future of their children and grandchildren than they did about their own political careers.

One should not forget the sins of their forebears, but nor can one advance by paying witness only to the failings of the past. To bury the past is to progress, and only in breaking the chains that bind can you escape the prison your predecessors have laid.

Some families, Katie told us, are devil-haunted; it's a curse a family can never shake off. Maybe it's something terrible in the family history, some terrible deed that was done in the past, and it just spreads and it spreads down the generations like a shout down a tunnel that echoes and echoes and never really stops.

I shouldered a kind of manhoodstepping in to lift the coffinsof dead relations.

By God, the old man could handle a spade. Just like his old man.

The dotted line my father's ashplant made On Sandymount Strand Is something else the tide won't wash away.