Quotes About Legacy

tapes, like photographs and videos, are [nothing more than] a desperate attempt to steal something from death's suitcase.

Tell you what. After I'm dead, you talk. And I'll listen.

If we love something and somebody so much, how much—if at all—are they ever really gone from our hearts?

If you accept that you can die at any time - then you might not be as ambitious as you are

When we build, we build on the shoulders of those who came before us. And when we fall apart, those who came before us help put us back together.

Begitu kita ingin tahu bagaimana kita akan mati, berarti kita belajar tentang bagaimana kita harus hidup (hal 87, Selasa Bersama Morrie)

Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left?

I begin to call Morrie "Coach," the way I used to address my high school track coach. Morrie likes the nickname. "Coach," he says. "All right, I'll be your coach. And you can be my player. You can play all the lovely parts of life that I'm too old for now.

the word dying was not synonymous with useless.

Dying is not in synonymous with Useless

The End is coming. What will you do with the time you have left?

A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops."   —HENRY ADAMS

Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left? -Morrie

The second death. To think that you died and no one would remember you.

Morrie had become a lightning rod of ideas. He jotted down his thoughts on yellow pads, envelopes, folders, scrap paper. He wrote bite-sized philosophies about living with death's shadow: "Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do"; "Accept the past as past, without denying it or discarding it"; "Learn to forgive yourself and to forgive others"; "Don't assume that it's too late to get involved.

You might say that is "too young" to die. But what is too young for a life?

But every family is a ghost story. The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

I didn't want to be ordinary, I mumbled. My mother looked up. What ordinary, Charley? You know. Someone you forget. From the other room came the squeals of children. Miss Thelma turned her chin to the sound. She smiled,That's what keeps me from being forgotten.

For all that was happening to him, his voice was strong and inviting, and his mind was vibrating with a million thoughts. He was intent on proving that the word 'dying' was not synonymous with 'useless'.

No life is a waste .

Dear friends. I'm dying. "Don't be upset. I began to die on July 6, 1917. That's the day I was born, and, in council with what our psalmist says, 'We who are born, are born to die.

We are, as we die, who we most were in life...

Everybody knows they're going to die, but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently. - Morrie

The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves.