Quotes About Legacy

Lots of people in history have only done their jobs and look at the trouble they caused

Every time I pass church I stop and make a visit So when I'm carried in feet first God won't say, Who is it?

When I said, "I am my mother, but I'm not," I was saying my path would be my own.

We hold the moon in our bellies and fire in our hearts. We bleed We give milk. We are the mothers of first words. These words grow. They are our children. They are our stores and poems.

This is what we can promise the future: a legacy of care. That we will be good stewards and not take too much or give back too little, that we will recognize wild nature for what it is, in all its magnificent and complex history - an unfathomable wealth that should be consciously saved, not ruthlessly spent.

The legacy of the Wilderness Act is a legacy of care. It is the act of loving beyond ourselves, beyond our own species, beyond our own time. To honor wildlands and wild lives that we may never see, much less understand, is to acknowledge the world does not revolve around us. The Wilderness Act is an act of respect that protects the land and ourselves from our own annihilation.

Our national parks are memory palaces where our personal histories reside.

Mother had one quilt square made by a friend of hers framed, and hung it in her bathroom, where she saw it first thing in the morning. When I asked her why this mattered, she said, It represents how women piece together their lives from the scraps left over for them.

This is what we can promise the future: a legacy of care. That we will be good stewards and not take too much or give back too little, that we will recognize wild nature for what it is, in all its magnificent and complex history - an unfathomable wealth that should be consciously saved, not ruthlessly spent. Privilege is what we inherit by our status as Homo sapiens living on this planet.

We form the future by being caretakers of our past.

Our National Parks] are more than scenery, they are portals and thresholds of wonder, an open door that swings back and forth from our past to our future.

I am fifty-four years old, the age my mother was when she died. The questions I hold now could not have been comprehended when I was a woman in my twenties. I didn't realize how young she was, but isn't that the conceit of mothers—that we conceal our youth and exist only for our children? It is

mother, thought Claire, cannot knight her own son. It must be done by another man.

Without ties to our ancestors, we are lonely specks of dust, adrift and floating, attached to nothing and no one.

Happy is he who is forever faced with the hour of his death And prepares himself for the end every day.

But that's what our ancestors did, Millie. This is where we all come from. Some part of you, some ancient memory deep in your brain, recognizes this continent as home.

septuagenarian.

We don't inherit our parents' sins. Or their virtues.

what she did believe in was the power of remembrance. Only the forgotten are truly dead.

The son needs the father to have access to his source, and the father needs the son to have access to the future and the infinite.

If you wish to have children, please do something for the world you will bring them into. That will make you someone who works for peace, in one way or another.

In modern life, people tend to think their bodies belong to them, that they can do anything they want to themselves. But your body is not only yours. Your body belongs to your ancestors, your parents, and future generations. It also belongs to society and to all the other living beings. The trees, the clouds, the soil, and every living thing brought about the presence of your body. We can eat with care, knowing we are caretakers of our bodies, rather than their owners.

Our presence here means the presence of all our ancestors. They are still alive in us. Every time we smile, all the generations of our ancestors, our children, and the generations to come—all of whom are within us—smile too. We practice not just for ourselves, but for everyone, and the stream of life continues.

El quinto recuerdo nos indica que lo único que sigue con nosotros al morir son nuestros pensamientos, nuestras palabras y nuestras acciones, es decir, nuestro karma.