Quotes About Legacy

If I have to be remembered for something, I want it remembered that I really liked children and was a good camp counselor.

I admit,' said Spite, 'to a certain melancholy when visiting vibrant cities, as is this Darujhistan. A long life teaches one just how ephemeral is such thriving glory. Why, I have come again upon cities I knew well in the age of their greatness, only to find crumbled walls, dust and desolation.' Cutter bared his teeth and said, 'Darujhistan has stood for two thousand years and it will stand for another two thousand-even longer.' Spite nodded. 'Precisely.

Histories, they're just what's survived. But they're not the whole story, because the whole story can never be known. Think of all the histories we've gone and lost. Not just kingdoms and empires, but the histories inside every one of us, every person who ever lived.

The past is a demon that not even death can shake.

The dead are ever refashioned, for they have no defence against those who would use or abuse them – who they were, what their deeds meant.

We are all interludes in history, a drawn breath to make pause in the rush, and when we are gone, those breaths join the chorus of the wind.

The world is inherited by the obnoxious, not the righteous.

The curse of great minds. Arriving young to an idea, surviving the siege that invariably assails it, then, finally, standing guard on the ramparts long after the war's over, weapons dull in leaden hands

I see now that the unnamed soldier is a gift. The named soldier—dead, melted wax—demands a response among the living…a response no one can make. Names are no comfort, they're a call to answer the unanswerable. Why did she die, not him? Why do the survivors remain anonymous—as if cursed—while the dead are revered? Why do we cling to what we lose while we ignore what we still hold?

It is the legacy of most intelligent beings to revel in slaughter for a time,' Haut replied. 'In this we play at being gods. In this, we lie to ourselves with delusions of omnipotence. There is but one measure to the wisdom of a people, and that is the staying hand. Fail in restraint and murder thrives in your eyes, and all your claims to civilization ring hollow.

Old men and the dead stood at the same wall, and while the dead faced it, old men held their backs to it. Beyond that wall was oblivion. They spoke from the end times, and both knew a need to lead the young onto identical paths, if only to give meaning to all they had known and all they had done.

Cultures can die, Hull, but the people live on, and what they carry within them are the seeds of rebirth—

His old name was on the toll of the fallen, after all, and beside it was Blackdog Wood, 1159 Burn's Sleep.

This is what was, once. Terrible armies of T'lan Imass. We hunted down the Jaghut. We gave them what I see here. By all the spirits, is this our only voice?

But blood is the chain that can never break. (...) And, though we leave the house of our birth, it never leaves us.

After all, war knows no other language. In war we invite our own destruction. In war we punish our children with a broken legacy of blood.

Las civilizaciones se aseguraban de que sus héroes estuviesen muertos antes de honrarlos. La virtud era cosa de los muertos, no de los vivos.

Honourable Murillo is dead

The dead speak in silences and so never leave us in peace.

If the dead could speak, Clip, what would they tell you?' 'Little, I expect, beyond complaints about this and that.' 'Perhaps, then, that is all you deserve.' 'Oh, I lack honour, do I?' 'I am not sure what you lack,' Silchas Ruin replied, 'but I am certain I will comprehend before we are done.

Today, the empire is reborn. In violence and blood, as with all births. And what, when this day is done, shall we find lying in our lap? Eyes opening onto this world?

People need to know where they came from, Sand. Especially if they've lived generations not knowing.

No one lets dead poets lie in peace. We are like old meat on a crowded dinner table.

We were never what people could be. We were only what we were. Remember us