Quotes About Legacy

I sang the mothers and fathers out, into the stars and the nothing beyond them, into which we will follow them, at the end of our turn.

Eventually I'll launch my canoe out my window, when the flood gets up to 17, and make my way to my mother and father, taking no food, in order to get to them sooner—to return, to them, the last breath that each gave me out of their mouth—to return to them the alphabet they had entrusted to me.

Did I ask with the space in the ground, like a portion of breath, where my body will rest, when it is motionless, when its elements move back into the earth?

As long as we draw breath, we owe it to the ones we loved and lost to live out our lives without wasting them on regrets.

For people who make up stories for a living, that is the ultimate success: knowing that, when the book closes, when the series ends, the adventure is not over. It goes on without the creator, in the minds of the people who love it. You can't stop the signal. Once it's broadcast, it continues on forever, pulsing past star clusters, lighting up new worlds, collecting new fans, till the end of time itself.

You're wasting your time, she wanted to tell them. I don't care about your cars or your properties or your bags of gold. What have you done with your life? What are you going to do with it? That's all that matters.

The people who live happily ever after - they don't appear in the history books. They just fade away. I reckon that's what happiness is. Pauline Foster - " The Ballad of Tom Dooley ", Sharyn McCrumb, p. 271

Celebrity is having ten thousand friends and five really sick enemies , all of whom you have never met . WILL never meet if you're lucky . Either you accept that and resolve to live with it , or you get out of the spotlight and hope to God you left in time . Because if anybody still remembers you from one flash of fame twenty years ago , then anonymity is not an option .

That was when I realized how fragile a cultural tradition is. If just one generation breaks the chain, a bit of the family's cultural heritage can be lost forever. Each of us is the only link between the past and the future. All the songs and stories you heard from your elders, all the people you knew as a child who are gone now, all the family traditions—if you don't keep them alive by sharing them with the next generation, they will disappear.

On Gandhi: Don't ever forget, that we were not lead by a saint with his head in clouds, but by a master tactician with his feet on the ground.

While he was alive, he was impossible to ignore; once he had gone, he was impossible to imitate.

Indians paid, in other words, for the privilege of being conquered by the British.

It was not just the maharajas who had to suffer: every Indian schoolchild must lament the influence of the British dress code on Indians—especially the tie as a permanent noose around the necks of millions of schoolchildren, in India's sweltering heat, even today.

I grew up loving Walter Payton. My dad used to always show us film of him.

Cooper would also, inadvertently, bestow something on Joan. At home, he adored his mother and used to call her "Mommie Dearest." Inspired, Crawford would soon confer the title on herself.

To the world I may be Joan Crawford, but to my children I am 'Mommie Dearest,' and those two words mean everything to me," Crawford said in 1943 to Motion Picture magazine. "I

My father's face was not among them. No memorial was built for the men who had survived by selling their souls. The thousands who had disappeared over the years, stained as criminals, who emerged back into the light as neighborhood pariahs for nothing more than the desire to claim an island as their own. No memorial for the men more complicated than martyrs—or for the families who'd had to relearn the hardships of the everyday.

No memorial was built for the men who had survived by selling their souls. The thousands who had disappeared over the years, stained as criminals, who emerged back into the light as neighborhood pariahs for nothing more than the desire to claim an island as their own. No memorial for the men more complicated than martyrs – or for the families who'd had to relearn the hardships of the everyday.

How far beyond your mother do you hope to get? You are not going to be a different woman entirely, so just be a slightly altered version of her, and relax.

Maybe motherhood means honoring one's mother.

Life rushed at her after her father died, as if to remind her that there can be no less life, that there can be no deprivation of life, that life is an endless and eternal living, even if your father is dead.

Well, my daddy left home when I was three,And didn't leave much to Ma and me,Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,But the meanest thing he ever did wasBefore he left, he went and named me Sue.

Nothing passes. Everything stays with you. Everything makes it's mark.

The Civil War defined us as what we are and it opened us to being what we became, good and bad things... It was the crossroads of our being, and it was a hell of a crossroads.