Quotes About Legacy

Maybe that was what getting older taught you, when you looked in the mirror and saw the passage of time in your face, when you looked at your sleeping daughter and saw the girl you once were and would never be again. The world was real and you were in it, a brief part but still a part, and if you were lucky, and maybe even if you weren't, the things you'd done for love would be remembered.

But I suppose it's part of being old to feel that way, half in one world and half in the other, all of it mixed together in my mind. No one's left who even knows my name. Folks call me Auntie, on account of I never could have children of my own, and I guess that suits me fine. Sometime it's like I've got so many people inside of me I'm never alone at all. And when I go, I'll be taking them with me.

It's children, he thought, that give us our lives; without them we are nothing, we are here and then gone, like the dust.

SIXTY-NINE She was Amy, and she was forever. She was one of Twelve and also the other, the one above and behind, the Zero. She was the Girl from Nowhere, the One Who Walked In, who lived a thousand years; Amy of Multitudes, the Girl with the Souls Inside Her. She was Amy. She was Amy. She was Amy. She

History is more than data, more than facts, more than science and scholarship. These things are merely the means to a greater end. History is a story—the story of ourselves. Where do we come from? How have we survived? How can we avoid the mistakes of the past? Do we matter, and if we do, what is our proper place upon the earth? I

The world was real and you were in it, a brief part but still a part, and if you were lucky, and maybe even if you weren't, the things you'd done for love would be remembered.

Someone once told me that part of you lives on so long as somebody remembers you.

His old man, who'd smoked like he did, had spent the last five years of his life in a little cart sucking on a tank, until he'd done the big face-plant just a month before his sixtieth birthday.

again. The world was real and you were in it, a brief part but still a part, and if you were lucky, and maybe even if you weren't, the things you'd done for love would be remembered.

As long as we remember a person, they're not really gone.

It's children, he thought, that give us our lives; without them we are nothing, we are here and then gone, like the dust. A

It's children, he thought, that give us our lives; without them we are nothing, we are here and then gone, like the dust.

Sorry, we made vampires, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

As long as we remember a person, they're not really gone. Their thoughts, their feelings, their memories, they become a part of us.

Before she became the Girl from Nowhere-the One Who Walked In, the First and Last and Only, who lived a thousand years-she was just a little girl in Iowa, named Amy. Amy Harper Bellafonte.

BY THE 1890s the Astor estate, comprising the assets of both cousins, was worth about $200 million. In the 1930s the historian Burton J. Hendrick called it "the world's greatest monument to unearned increment…a first mortgage on Fate itself.

For four years, we worked, we searched, like alchemists in pursuit of the philosopher's stone. And then Miss Dior was born … Because, you see, for a perfume to 'hold', it must first be held for a long time in the hearts of those who created it. CHRISTIAN DIOR

But such was her fortitude that she stayed at Les Naÿssès until the age of ninety, living there alone after Hervé's death in September 1989. She died on 17 June 2008, having continued to work in her garden almost until the

The greatest reverence is due the young.

What is the use of your pedigrees?

History is experience. If you do not know the past, you will be lost in the future.

All culture and tradition which has survived must have its benefits. Perhaps some of them do not fit in our world; however, they deserve our respect. Remember, if you get rid of your past, you have pulled out your root

It's sheer spitefulness to allow mortals to love because everybody dies but the love they cause to be in others doesn't die with them. Therefore love is the cause of the greatest sorrow therefore love is the greatest evil.

Here lies Mago the boxer, of whom it may honestly be said that he never harmed anybody.