Quotes About Legacy

Archimedes will be remembered when Aeschylus is forgotten, because languages die and mathematical ideas do not. "Immortality" may be a silly word, but probably a mathematician has the best chance of whatever it may mean.

Ambition is a noble passion which may legitimately take many forms; there was something noble in the ambitions of Attila or Napoleon; but the noblest ambition is that of leaving behind something of permanent value.

Matematiksel sonuçlar, içerdikleri de?erler ne olursa olsun, di?erlerinin içinde en kal?c? olanlard?r.

She was one of those women who are usually referred to in the past tense, of whom one says: 'She had a certain freshness and bloom about her,' and whose freshness and bloom passed unnoticed even when she still had them.

Let me give you the balance sheet of this war: fifty great men to go down in the annals of history; millions of dead who won't be mentioned any more; and one thousand millionaires who lay down the law. A soldier's life is worth about fifty francs in the wallet of some fat industrialist in London, Paris, Berlin, New York, Vienna or anywhere else. Are you getting the picture?' 'So

y en país sin nombre me voy a morir

In the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know. For everyone else, it's just another end.

The day my father shook my hand, I knew I was a writer.

Did she ever reply?" Bong Cha narrowed her eyes at Sam, deciding if her grandson was trying to trick her into appearing foolish. "Yes, in my mind, she did. I knew your mother so well I could play her part. The same with my own mother and my grandmother and my childhood best friend, Euna, who drowned in the lake by her cousin's house. There are no ghosts, but up here"—she gestured toward her head—"it's a haunted house.

The way he put it to Marx: "This summer is my last chance to do something truly grand.

As he said to Sam, "If I've done the work in the scenes before I die, if I've made a real impression, they'll feel me in the scenes I'm not in anyway.

The score had stood so long, it had burned into the monitor.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

The work was the thing that lasted, but the work only lasted if people knew it existed.

EMILY MARKS DAEDALUS 1875-1909 SHE HATH DIED OF DYSENTERY

He will try again. He will never stop trying. "Maya, we are what we love. We are that we love." Maya is shaking her head. "Dad, I'm sorry. I don't understand." "We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on.

We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on." She

He writes a paragraph a day. A paragraph for Maya. It isn't much, but it's what he has left to give. He

probably going to fail and then I'll probably end up just like my mother." She stands up from

No somos las cosas que acumulamos, adquirimos, leemos. Durante el tiempo que nos es dado vivir, somos solo amor. Las cosas que hemos amado. Las personas que hemos amado. Eso, es lo que realmente perdura.

Pada akhirnya, kita adalah kumpulan karya.

Yes. Dad. Dad is what I am. Dad is what I became. The father of Maya. Maya's dad. Dad. What a word. What a little big word.

We are not quite novels...in the end we are collected works.

We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on