Quotes About Legacy

No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder.

I also met, early on Ella Fitzgerald. Her songbooks are some of the most amazing bodies of work.

You always hear people saying, 'I hope I'm not turning into my dad', but I'd be honoured if I became half as decent a bloke as he is.

I came back from university thinking I knew all about politics and racism, not knowing my dad had been one of the youngest-serving Labour councillors in the town and had refused to work in South Africa years ago because of the situation there. And he's never mentioned it - you just find out. That's a real man to me. A sleeping lion.

When I'm gone, I want to be missed

Leave your legacy today before you're gone tomorrow. -Johnny Wowk AKA Johnny The Walker

It is important not to turn the dead into saints. Nobody can walk in the shadow of a saint.

none of us move on without a backward look. We move on always carrying with us those we have lost. What we aim to do in our little group is ensure that carrying them is not a burden, something that feels impossible to bear, a weight keeping us stuck in the same place. We want their presence to feel like a gift.

Solo se vive una vez. En realidad, es tu deber que sea una vida plena.

I could only have done the thing that I did, but also that this will help you live a really good life, a better life, than if you hadn't met me.

What am I meant to do with what's left?

I'm going to say a Will Traynor thing now." I said it like a warning. "Okay." "There's almost not a day that I'm here when I don't think he'd be proud of me.

I ache, I rattle with supplements, and my grandchildren cannot believe I have ever been anything but prehistoric.

None of us lasts forever, do we? If I'm honest, seeing her like that was an unwelcome reminder of my own mortality. Of what I had been. Of what we all must become.

Aprendemos a conviver com a perda, com as pessoas que nos deixam. Porque elas permanecem conosco, mesmo não estando vivas, mesmo não respirando mais.

I'm dying, Louisa. I'm an old woman and I'm not going to get an awful lot older, and my son, who I thought was lost to me, has been gracious enough to swallow his pain and his pride and reach out. Can you imagine? Can you imagine what it is to have someone do that for you?

It's just that the thing you never understand about being a mother, until you are one, is that it is not the grown man—the galumphing, unshaven, stinking, opinionated offspring—you see before you, with his parking tickets and unpolished shoes and complicated love life. You see all the people he has ever been all rolled up into one. I

Sometimes I look at the lives of the people around me and I wonder if we aren't all destined to leave a trail of damage.

Czytam sobie o tych wszystkich kobietach - tych dzielnych kobietach, które tyle zmieni?y w ?wiecie, w tym, co ludzie my?l? i jak post?puj?. I patrz? na to, co ja zrobi?am i si? zastanawiam, no có?, czy ktokolwiek by zauwa?y?, gdyby mnie tu nie by?o.

Don't think of me too often. I don't want to think of you getting all maudlin. Just live well. Just live. Love, Will

none of us move on without a backward look. We move on always carrying with us those we have lost. What we aim to do in our little group is ensure that carrying them is not a burden, something that feels impossible to bear, a weight keeping us stuck in the same place. We want their presence to feel like a gift. "And

I'm going to end up like my mother. She left it too late to remember who she actually was before she became a wife.

When people we love die young it's a nudge, reminding us that we shouldn't take any of it for granted, that we have a duty to make the most of what we have. I feel like I finally get that.

How could you live each day knowing that you were simply whiling away the days until your own death? How could this man whose skin I had felt that morning under my fingers – warm, and alive – choose to just extinguish himself? How could it be that, with everyone's consent, in six months' time that same skin would be decaying under the ground?