Quotes About Legacy

Always remember, folks: "Metadata is a love note to the future

We must respect the past, and mistrust the present, if we wish to provide for the safety of the future.

Insanity runs in my family, it practically gallops

You see, insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.

Ghosts, the old warriors said, were the price a fighting man paid to follow the path of the warrior;

The pathway to building a legacy of fearless influence is not spanned by rainbow hue or prettily lined by daisies. On the contrary, it is shaped by our ability to grow less in our eyes in order to grow more in what we do.

Just because our political heroes were murdered does not mean that the dream does not still live, buried deep in our broken hearts.

It was that hard; I still feel that way. But I believe that President Bush failed to lead. History will judge him harshly not for the mistakes he made- we all make mistakes- but for the opportunities he squandered.

So war es damals! Alles, was wuchs, brauchte viel Zeit zum Wachsen; und alles, was unterging, brauchte lange Zeit, um vergessen zu werden. Aber alles, was einmal vorhanden gewesen war, hatte seine Spuren hinterlassen, und man lebte dazumal von den Erinnerungen, wie man heutzutage lebt von der Fähigkeit, schnell und nachdrücklich zu vergessen.

I am no longer Mendel Singer. I am the remains of Mendel Singer.

It was quite obvious, it was, as people say, as clear as day, that Lieutenant Trotta, the grandson of the hero of Solferino, was partly bringing about the doom of others, partly being pulled under by those who were themselves going down, and, in any case, that he was one of those unhappy beings on whom an evil power had cast its evil eye.

That was how things were back then. Anything that grew took its time growing, and anything that perished took a long time to be forgotten. But everything that had once existed left its traces, and people lived on memories just as they now live on the ability to forget quickly and emphatically.

Our grandfathers didn't leave us much strength, not enough strength to live with, but just about enough to die a meaningless death. Ach!

I want you to carry this question home with you: gain such a victory, and what do you do with it?

I just want to say that I will continue to serve my Clan and the warrior code, even from the elders' den." Her green gaze, full of love and loyalty, swept around the circle of her Clanmates. "I wish Firestar were here at my side," she went on, her voice shaking, "but I know he's watching over me, and over all of us.

The nursery will fill up then." He cast a hopeful glance at Millie, who was eating a sparrow beside the fresh-kill pile. "I don't suppose . . . ?" Graystripe shook his head. "Our days of having kits are gone

She thought of Flametail, her shy, sweet-tempered ginger kit, always eager to help his Clanmates, who'd grown to be a medicine cat and then drowned in icy waters; of Dawnpelt, who'd as a kit been fierce and playful by turns, who'd left ShadowClan for the Kin and been murdered by Darktail. And of stubborn, good-hearted Tigerstar. Her kits meant everything to her, too, and now Tigerstar was the only one left.

SUPER EDITIONS Firestar's Quest Bluestar's Prophecy SkyClan's Destiny Crookedstar's Promise Yellowfang's Secret Tallstar's Revenge Bramblestar's Storm Moth Flight's Vision Hawkwing's Journey Tigerheart's Shadow Crowfeather's Trial Squirrelflight's Hope

Jaypaw, Lionpaw, and Hollypaw would fulfill their destiny at last.

Two Clans of purebred warriors

It's all right," she murmured. "I'll stay here and take good care of the Clan, I promise. One day we'll meet again, walking among the stars.

Mourning Micah again won't change anything. He'd be proud I came here. This felt like his tree now.

Onewhisker, treat our friends well when you lead our Clan. Remember everything ThunderClan has done for us." "Tallstar, I'll do my best, but . . .

You will be a great leader." Bluestar's voice was the merest whisper. "One of the greatest the forest has ever known. You will have the warmth of fire to protect your Clan and the fierceness of fire to defend it. You will be Firestar, the light of ThunderClan." "No," Fireheart protested. "I can't. Not without you, Bluestar." But it was too late. Bluestar sighed softly, and the light died from her eyes.