Quotes About Legacy

Have you noticed? Where so many millions of powerful bawling beasts lay down on the earth and died it's hard to tell now what's bone, and what merely was once.

there's a sickness worse than the risk of death and that's forgetting what we should never forget.

Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

What do you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

When it's over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

Take it," he said. "Are you sure?" Jack asked. He knew it was Brother Michael's life's work. "Please," said Brother Michael. "It is better that the world should have some of it than none at all. Just in case…

William Shakespeare lived from 1564 to 1616. He wrote thirty-seven plays and many sonnets and other poems. Many people think he was the greatest writer who ever lived.

Charles Dickens was born in England in 1812. He is one of the most famous writers of all time.

is the author of many novels, picture books, story collections, and nonfiction books. Her New York Times number one bestselling Magic Tree House series has been translated into numerous languages around the world. Highly recommended by parents and educators everywhere, the series introduces young readers to different cultures and times in history, as well as to the world's legacy

As when astronaut Mike Mulhane was asked by a NASA psychiatrist what epitaph he'd like to have on his gravestone, Mulhane answered, A loving husband and devoted father, though in reality, he jokes in Riding Rockets, I would have sold my wife and children into slavery for a ride into space.

One's own dead are more than cadavers, they are place holders for the living. They are a focus, a receptacle, for emotions that no longer have one.

He will be lowered into a vat of liquid nitrogen and frozen. From here he will progress to the second chamber, where either ultrasound waves or mechanical vibration will be used to break his easily shattered self* into small pieces, more or less the size of ground chuck. The pieces, still frozen, will then be freeze-dried and used as compost for a memorial tree or shrub, either in a churchyard memorial park or in the family's yard.

This is a book about notable achievements made while dead.

Death. It doesn't have to be boring.

And finally, my gratitude to UM 006, H, Mr. Blank, Ben, the big guy in the sweatpants, and the owners of the forty heads. You are dead, but you're not forgotten.

I've had kids object to their dad's wishes (to donate), says Ronn Wade, director of the Anatomical Services Division of the University of Maryland School of Medicine. I tell them, 'Do what's best for you. You're the one who has to live with it.

I'm always saying, 'After I die, just put me out there and blow me up.

To me, ending up an exhibit in the Mütter Museum or a skeleton in a medical school classroom is like donating money for a park bench after you're gone: a nice thing to do, a little hit of immortality.

And there are no pockets in shrouds!

Others likened Diana to Jack Kennedy. Both had died too soon and too suddenly, cut down in their prime, to be remembered always as youthful and vibrant. One dear friend consoled me by saying, "Remember, Mary, she'll always be thirty-six, young and beautiful." Another close friend wrote, "We'll never know what she's been spared.

And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.

Had I right, for my own benefit, to inflict this curse upon everlasting generations? I had before been moved by the sophisms of the being I had created; I had been struck senseless by his fiendish threats; but now, for the first time, the wickedness of my promise burst upon me; I shuddered to think that future ages might curse me as their pest, whose selfishness had not hesitated to buy its own peace at the price, perhaps, of the existence of the whole human race.

The spirit of elder days found a dwelling here, and we delighted to trace its footsteps.