Quotes About Legacy

What we inherited from the past must not be permitted to shackle us in the future. State of the Union Address January 19, 1977

About life after death, no-one knows. But about this we surely know: there is love after death... Centuries from now, the last tracings of our being will yet express themselves in little works of love that follow bead by bead in a luminous catena extending from our dear ones out into their world and then on into the next, strung by our own loving hands.

I assure that I should breathe my last without pain and almost with joy if I were certain of leaving to the friends who love me, not poignant regrets, but a gentle, affectionate, somewhat melancholy remembrance of me.

Après trois ans, un couple doit se quitter, se suicider, ou faire des enfants, ce qui sont trois façons d'entériner sa fin.

Une famille, c'est un groupe de gens qui n'arrivent pas à communiquer, mais s'interrompent très bruyamment, s'exaspèrent mutuellement, comparent les diplômes de leurs enfants comme la décoration de leurs maisons, et se déchirent l'héritage de parents dont le cadavre est encore tiède.

A cuánta gente habrá salvado la vida Mozart?

Aufruf an alle Industrielle und Politiker in aller Welt: Bitte hinterlassen Sie die Welt so, wie Sie sie beim Betreten vorgefunden haben.

Crezusem c? a face copii e cel mai bun mijloc de a învinge moartea. Nu e câtu?i de pu?in adev?rat. Po?i s? mori împreun? cu ei, ?i asta e ca ?i cum nici unul dintre voi nu ar fi existat vreodat?.

Youth is an obligation; that is to say, you have an absolute duty to be happy and to preserve a good memory of yourself for one who loves you.

Original thought is like original sin: both happened before you were born to people you could not have possibly met.

Ma come spiegarle?... Non capirebbe egualmente che io son piena di me stessa, che mi occupo tutta. Anna non aspetta che dei figli per annientarsi in loro, come ha fatto sua madre, come fanno tutte le donne della famiglia.

And yet, Zion has risen up again out of the crematoria and the slaughterhouses.

This is the true nature of gratitude. Time gnaws and diminishes all things, but it increases and adds to our good deeds: anytime we have extended a generous hand to a rational human being, that goodness keeps growing and glowing in the man's heart, forever remembered, constantly contemplated.

What Malherbe writes will endure forever.

I'm famous by default. I came out of the womb, and people wanted to know who I was because of my parents.

As you age naturally, your family shows more and more on your face. If you deny that, you deny your heritage.

Make me a grave where'er you will, In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill; Make it among earth's humblest graves, But not in a land where men are slaves. […] I ask no monument, proud and high, To arrest the gaze of the passers-by; All that my yearning spirit craves, Is bury me not in a land of slaves.

Americans see history as a straight line and themselves standing at the cutting edge as representatives for all mankind.

We thought ourselves kings of the ages. Now we find that all our civilisation has been nothing but a brief, brightly lit nursery, where we have played with paper crowns and wooden sceptres.

You could keep people alive forever through stories.

But then again, the dead are often easier to praise than the living.

Irrationally, Mosca felt she should have inherited her father's intimate knowledge of Mandelion. His throwaway comments about the city should have magically meshed in her mind, giving her a faultless instinct for finding her way around.

We thought ourselves kings of the ages. Now we find that our civilization has been nothing but a brief, brightly lit nursery, where we have played with paper crowns and wooden scepters. Beyond the door are the dark wastes where Leviathans wrestled for millennia. We are a blink of an eye, a joke amidst a tragedy.

And the bones fell to the ground, and other bones fell on top of them, and yet more bones, until there were whole hills and cliffs made of them. Death upon death upon death upon death. And two-legged animals dug up old bones and wondered at them. And then they died as well and lay there, like a rat in the sawdust, waiting to become old bones.