Quotes About Legacy

Would you be willing to give your life to save the world if no one ever knew your name? If anonymity was the price you would have to pay for significance, would it be too great a price? To live a life of courage is not a guarantee of prestige or adulation. It only matters if you live and die fulfilling the mission you were born for.

We are all time voyagers leaving history in our wake, pioneering into the future.

What is your idea of you? Who is it that you have decided to become? If your greatest work of art is the life you live, and ultimately life is a creative act, what life will you choose to leave behind as your masterpiece?

Far too often, when we think we are frightened by mystery, the fact is that we are haunted by history.

No self is of itself alone. It has a long chain of intellectual ancestors. The "I" is chained to ancestry by many factors… This is not mere allegory, but an eternal memory.

We have inherited from our forefathers the keen longing for unified, all-embracing knowledge.

They never returned. Only the old were left. And they began to die off. Those who did not die left the village by other means. In the end there was only one widow left, a dressmaker, and she began to sew the visages of those who had vanished. She hand-stitched the bodies and the clothes; she perfected the faces. Each and every doll was a precise replica of someone who once lived there.

An ancient old raisin of a man. I

Today you ain't no kind of horn player you don't acknowledge some debt to Hieronymus Falk. He was one of the pioneers: a German Louis Armstrong, if you will.

They have no achievements of their own. They've made nothing, created nothing, worked at nothing. They will leave no trace that they ever existed. They have no legacy except for their names, which they did nothing to earn.

But Miguel is the last Argoso and I intend to raise him under my roof, with my values, and, yes, even my prejudices and perhaps some of my vices. That's my prerogative, you see, as the patriarch of this family.

sticks and stones might break your bones, but cement pays homage to tradition.

What politicians want to create is irreversible change because when you leave office someone changes it back again.

I know there are things I did in education that will never be reversed. I have not done that in film yet because I have only been here for about nine months.

If we don't see to it that our children turn out better than we did, what will become of the world?

Lots of parents are dying to sacrifice everything for their children," ......... Okay, it's true that, in the end, we'll disappear, but so what? In the end, everyone dies, and your father and me, we won't even die, we'll just fade away.

There is much written today about Command Performances. Well, my mother made three--all in my grandmother's house in Philadelphia, and their names were Lionel, Ethel and John.

Mom never quit on me. My only regret is that she didn't live long enough to share some of the money and comforts my work in show business has brought me.

Anders gestel, Ian: Wat is die afsnypunt van historiese skuld? Uit hoe ver terug mag ons die wandade van voorgeslagte byroep om die huidige geslag mee te blameer? "Ek

Elizabeth kyk meewarig na hom. "Ons het nie 'n hede in hierdie land nie, Ian. "Ons het net 'n onafgehandelde verlede. En dáárvan is jy die beste voorbeeld wat ek ken.

Só was haar ma. Spits altyd die ore. In die gesin word gesê: Ore is Ma se primêre organe. Haar hart sal al staan, dan luister sy nog. Haar pa se speelse waarskuwing: "Ma gaan ons nog eendag uit die graf afluister!

Authorities are the ruination of great talents, and form almost the entire talent of mediocrities. They are the leading strings with which everyone learns to walk at the beginning of their careers, but they almost always leave a permanent mark. People like Ingres never get them out of their systems and never take a step without invoking their help. It is as though they wished to eat bread and milk all their lives (Monday 10th October 1853)

I am the harvest of man's stupidity. I am the fruit of the holocaust. I prayed like you to survive, but look at me now. It is over for us who are dead, but you must struggle, and will carry the memories all your life. People back home will wonder why you can't forget.

We all know that the big explosion is going to happen. Your concern, the two of you, is to make sure that you die intellectually correct. But my problem is more primitive. I only want to make sure that when it comes and my boys are dying that I am there to ease their last pain with morphine.