Quotes About Legacy

Morrie closed his eyes. I know, Mitch. You mustn't be afraid of my dying. I've had a good life, and we all know it's going to happen. I maybe have four or five months.

Because there was a ghost involved, you may call this a ghost story. But what family isn't a ghost story? Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

Everyone joins a band in this life. And what you play always affects someone. Sometimes, it affects the world. Frankie's symphony ends. And so, at last, we rest.

This is how talents weave from generation to generation, how the shadow stretches, and how an artist born nearly a hundred years earlier begins to fill the soul of a child who shares his name.

It's more than the negative that you're going to die, it's also the positive that you understand you're going to die, and that you live a better life because of it.

another family story is forges, one that father and son will laugh about for decades. This is how a legacy is built. One memory at a time.

Small towns begin with a sign. The words can be as simple as the title of a story--Welcome to Harberville, Now entering Clawson--but once you cross, you are inside that story, and all that you do will be part of its tale.

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

Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them-a mother's approval, a fathers nod-are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. 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.

Remember this, Annie. 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.

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

Because there was a ghost involved, you may call this a ghost story. But what family isn't a ghost story? Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

And love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.

As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there. You live on—in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here.

Do not stop your lives, he told them. Otherwise, this disease will have ruined three of us instead of one. In this way, even as he was dying, he showed respect for his children's worlds.

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

Praise for Tuesdays with Morrie

This is the response: That you spent your days giving. Of your time. Of your heart. Of yourself. That's how you live on, for a day, or, through others, generations.

When you're in bed, you're dead

There is life after this life.

Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left?.. He would not wither. He would not be ashamed of dying.

He was intent on proving that the word dying was not synonymous with useless.

He was invested in something else: giving himself away. At some point, during his dying, it became his immortality. Giving is living.

It's funny, Lorraine said now, as the scene appeared in front of them. You always wonder about your funeral. How big? Who'll show up? In the end it's meaningless. You realize, once you die, that a funeral as for everyone else,not you.