Quotes About Legacy

He's my brother, my blood. He annoys the hell out of me most of the time, but when it comes right down to it I want to see him graduate from college and have little annoying mini-Alexes and mini-Brittanys running around in the future

I like that girl more that I can remember likin' anything in my life. I'm not about to give her up. I'll start carin' what people think when I am six feet under.

I don't want to end up like my mom. That's my biggest fear in life.

My history defines who I am.

when an old person dies, a whole library disappears.

The tale is, in large part, our capital. I was nourished on tales...when an old person dies, a whole library disappears.

To write the lives of the great in separating them from their works necessarily ends by above all stressing their pettiness, because it is in their work that they have put the best of themselves.

Be thankful, laugh, love and help often. For not so long we shall be history.

Everyone in heaven cried and stood up when the late Michael Jackson released the Earth Song.

Our yesteryear shall be described by those who have taken good care of themselves in their journey of life.

Today's words and deeds are tomorrow's testament.

We are living in the era where kings and queens are few.

We don't take the ground with us, but we leave our footprints behind.

Si monumentum requiris circumspice [If you would see the man's monument, look around].

A moth-eaten rag on a worm-eaten pole It does not look likely to stir a man's soul, 'Tis the deeds that were done 'neath the moth-eaten rag, When the pole was a staff, and the rag was a flag.

when one dies, those who survive ask what he has left behind; the angel who bends above him asks what he has sent before.

Strange, when you come to think of it, that of all the countless folk who have lived before our time on this planet not one is known in history or in legend as having died of laughter.

Standing on the Shoulders of Giants.

Near the snow,near the sun , in the highest field See how those names are feted by the wavering grass, And by the streamers of white cloud, And whispers of wind in the listening sky; The names of those who in their lives have fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre. Born of the sun they traveled a short while towrads the sun. And left the vivid air signed with their honour.

Quietly rested under the drums and tramplings of three conquests.

Oblivion is not to be hired: The greater part must be content to be as though they had not been, to be found in the Register of God, not in the record of man.

To be nameless in worthy deeds exceeds an infamous history.

Time which antiquates Antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things.

The inequity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity.