Quotes About Legacy

By the death of Mr. O. Chanute the world has lost one whose labors had to an unusual degree influenced the course of human progress. If he had not lived the entire history of progress in flying would have been other than it has been.

But the old man would not so, but slew his son, And half the seed of Europe, one by one.

As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.

We who are left how shall we look again Happily on the sun or feel the rain Without remembering how they who went Ungrudgingly and spent Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?

Let them look to the past, but let them also look to the future let them look to the land of their ancestors, but let them look also to the land of their children.

Ay, this is the famed rock, which HerculesAnd Goth and Moor bequeathed us. At this doorEngland stands sentry.

In the end, all that a writer has to pass on is not myth and anecdote, but scene and character, evoked in memorable prose.

Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day Sleeping the years of their manhood away. Give them the meed they have won in the past; Give them the honors their future forcast; Give them the chaplets they won in the strife; Give them the laurels they lost with their life.

Grow strong, my comrade … that you may stand Unshaken when I fall; that I may know The shattered fragments of my song will come At last to finer melody in you; That I may tell my heart that you begin Where passing I leave off, and fathom more.

Nimeni n-o s? te ?tie, se gânde?te ea. Nimeni n-o s?-?i aminteasc? de tine, doar eu, mama ta, n-o s? uit, fiindc? n-am voie s? uit. Pentru c? to?i ceilal?i or s? te uite.

Ma quei morti erano così vecchi che non li si poteva chiamare nemmeno cadaveri. Tutto il mondo in definitiva è composto di corpi morti! Ogni manciata di terra è stata un uomo e prima ancora un altro uomo, ogni oncia d'aria è stata respirata migliaia di volte da esseri nel frattempo morti. Cosa avevano tutti, qual era il problema?

I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.

Do every act of your life as though it were the very last act of your life." —MARCUS AURELIUS, ROMAN EMPEROR AND PHILOSOPHER (AD 121–180), STOIC

Few sons are the equals of their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them." —

beauty and pleasure are at the center of teaching. For the best teacher is the one who wants you to find meaning in the things that have given him pleasure, too, so that the appreciation of their beauty will outlive him. In this way—because it arises from an acceptance of the inevitability of death—good teaching is like good parenting.

The father knows the son whole, but the son can never know the father.

Ser alguém é sentir-se parte de algo que não nasceu e nem vai morrer em si mesmo. É uma teia que nasceu muito antes de mim, e que deve permanecer para além de minha existência.

Às vezes, penso que tudo isso faz parte de um caminho que hoje traço, mas que não foi inventado por mim. É um caminho seguro por ter sido pisado muitas vezes pelos pés descalços dos ancestrais. As marcas não são minhas, porém foram plantadas em mim.

Um povo sem memória ancestral é um povo perdido no tempo e no espaço.

There wasn't a single teetotaler "among the world's really great men," Stoll wrote; on the contrary, he said, the roster of wine-loving giants ran from Alexander the Great and Julius Caesar to Columbus, Dickens, Lincoln, and Bismarck, not to mention Verdi, Wagner, and Admiral Dewey.

The iron miners who belonged to the Italian Club in the town of Virginia, Minnesota, took pains to procure more suitable grapes, dispatching a grocer named Cesare Mondavi to the San Joaquin Valley late each summer to acquire their supply. Inspired to get into the grape business himself, Mondavi soon moved his family to California, where his precocious son Robert would make his own name in the winemaking world.

Job said, "I came into this world with nothing. I'll leave with nothing, too. The Lord gave me everything; he can take it away. The Lord's name is blessed.

Y, por encima de todo, leemos contra la muerte

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