Quotes About Legacy

After she was gone, I sheathed her sword at my belt, draped her cloak over my shoulders, carried her heart in my arms, and, somehow, went on.

Death had marked his family with unbreakable black halos, until only two remained.

Grandfather could've declared bankruptcy and not pay back his debts. That's the trouble with the Oyamas. They want to act big and generous and honest with the outsiders. They want to put up a big face at the expense of their children.

Her death was a defining moment in my life. It felt like the brightest light in Gion Kobu had gone dark. Sadly, she was the last master of the musical tradition in which she had been trained. The form died with her.

I am afraid that the traditional culture of Gion Kobu and the other karyukai will cease to exist in the near future. The thought that little will remain of the glorious tradition beyond its external forms fills me with sorrow.

I opened my own place in June of 1977. I named it Club Hollyhock.

Am urmele unui trecut care, nu numai c? e mort, ca orice trecut, dar care n-a transmis nimic epocilor care au venit dup? el. Trecut f?r? urma?i.

When my mother went to university to become a therapist she learned that suffering, even though it may have happened a long time ago, is something that is passed from one generation to the next to the next, like flexibility or grace or dyslexia.

I have videos of Grandma on my cellphone. In one I asked her what will happen to her body after she dies. She says ahhhhh, my body! My body will become energy that will light your path.

suffering, even though it may have happened a long time ago, is something that is passed from one generation to the next to the next, like flexibility or grace or dyslexia. My grandfather had big green eyes, and dimly lit scenes of slaughter, blood on snow, played out behind them all the time, even when he smiled.

És veritat, diu la Mariche. No tenim pas la intenció de travessar el planeta. I per què no?, replica l'Ona. I afegeix una dada interessant. Sabíeu, diu, que el període de migració de les papallones i dels espiadimonis és tan llarg que sovint només arriben al destí marcat els nets d'aquestes espècies?

suffering, even though it may have happened a long time ago, is something that is passed from one generation to the next to the next, like flexibility or grace or dyslexia.

we descendants of the Girl Line may not have wealth and proper windows in our drafty homes but at least we have rage and we will build empires with that, gentlemen.

But whatever, we descendants of the Girl Line may not have wealth and proper windows in our

Did you know, she says, that the migration period of butterflies and dragonflies is so long that it is often only the grandchildren who arrive at the intended destination.

Everything else follows from this responsibility to those who have come before us. It is the root of flourishing humanity.

Everyone knows they re going to die,' he said again, 'but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently.

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.

When a baby comes into the world, its hands are clenched, right? Like this? He made a fist. Why? Because a baby not knowing any better, wants to grab everything, to say the whole world is mine. But when an old person dies, how does he do so? With his hands open. Why? Because he has learned his lesson. What lesson? I asked. He stretched open his empty fingers. We can take nothing with us.

Behind all your stories is always your mother's story. Because hers is where yours begin.

Everyone joins a band in this life. And what you play always affects someone. Sometimes, it affects the world.

Things that happen before you are born still affect you and people who come before your time affect you as well.

But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begins.