Quotes About Legacy

What's so ludicrous about Rafael wanting to travel?' 'He has a life here. He's a Bancroft, for God's sake.' 'I believe he thinks he's already explored that aspect of his life to death, Quinlan.

When King Lear dies in act five, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He has written, 'He dies.' No more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential piece of dramatic literature is, 'He dies.' Now I am not asking you to be happy at my leaving but all I ask you to do is to turn the page and let the next story begin. -- Mr. Magorium

And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest He died.

You're going to say goodbye, go and get your closure. In a hundred years when you're just a haze on the water.

This is the gift great souls leave us when they die. They enlarge our hearts. They leave us a greater capacity for love.

The Old Way: A Story of the First People

Thousands of billions of mothers—from the gelatinous ancestors of Octavia, to my own mother—have taught their kind to love, and to know that love is the highest and best use of a life. Love alone matters, and makes its object worthy. And love is a living thing, even if Octavia's eggs were not.

Gardens are a form of autobiography.

It would be great to be able to pass on to someone all of the successes, the failures, and the knowledge that one has had. To help someone, avoid all the fire, pain and anxiety would be wonderful.

It would be great to be able to pass on to someone all of the successes, failures, and knowledge that one has had. To help someone, avoid all the fire, pain and anxiety would be wonderful!

They are not dead who live in the hearts they leave behind-Tuscarora

When you die, you will be spoken of as those in the sky, like the stars.—Yurok

Old age is not as honorable as death, but most people want it. –Crow

It was as if a complex, sophisticated society of fifteen million people simply walked away from their lives one day and never came back, leaving nothing but deserted cities and abandoned architectural masterpieces in their wake.

Ryan Landon had an ax to grind; I didn't hold it against him. My father had decimated the Landon fortune and Ryan wanted a Cross to pay for that. He wasn't the first or last businessman to come after me because of my father, but he was the most tenacious. And he was young enough to have plenty of time to dedicate to the task.

There is no sign of a mathematical pedigree in Nash's ancestry or any indication that mathematics was much in the air at the Nash household.

So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.

So much working, reading, thinking, living to do. A lifetime is not long enough. Nor youth to old age long enough. Immortality and permanence be damned. Sure I want them, but they are nonexistent, and won't matter when I rot underground. All I want to say is: I made the best of a mediocre job. It was a good fight while it lasted. And so life goes.

Tomorrow is another day toward death.

I had removed my patent leather shoes after a while, for they foundered badly in the sand. It pleased me to think they would be perched there on the silver log, pointing out to sea, like a sort of soul-compass, after I was dead.

They would grow old. They would forget me.

I cannot life for life itself: but for the words which stay the flux. My life, I feel, will not be lived until there are books and stories which relive it perpetually in time. I forget too easily how it was, and shrink to the horror of the here and now, with no past and no future. Writing breaks open the vaults of the dead and the skies behind which the prophesying angels hide. The mind makes and makes, spinning its web.

Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don't want to die.

The one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end. I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like a tombstone.