Quotes About Legacy

When you are born, you cried while the world rejoiced.Live your life in such a way that when you die the world cries while you rejoice.

If some mystical clarity of thought came when you looked death in the eye, then I knew Morrie wanted to share it. And I wanted to remember it for as long as I could.

Things that happen before you are born still affect you, she said. And people who come before your time affect you as well. We move through places every day that would never have been if not for those who came before us. Our workplaces, where we spend so much time -- we often think they began with our arrival. That's not true.

the old man asked again. "When I'm gone." His eyes blinked from behind his glasses. His neatly trimmed beard was gray, and he stood slightly stooped. Are you dying? I asked. "Not yet," he said, grinning. Then why— "Because I think you would

But if Professor Morris Schwartz taught me anything at all, it was this: there is no such thing as too late in life. He was changing until the day he said good-bye.

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

But I can sit here with my dwindling days and look at what I think is important in life. I have both the time - and the reason - to do that.

Man's instinct is to find a way to live, but who wants to be the last to die?

I realise, two decades after the events of this book, that deep inside it was not dying that truly rattled Morrie. it was being forgotten.

Death is as natural as life. It's part of the deal we made. Everything that gets born, dies. As long as we 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 all those you have touched and nurtured while you were here.

This is how a legacy is built. One memory at a time.

proving heaven is always and forever around us, and no soul remembered is ever really gone.

And I suppose tapes, like photographs and videos, are a desperate attempt to steal something from death's suitcase.

My dear and loving cousin… Your ageless heart as you move through time, layer on layer, tender sequoia…

THIS IS A STORY ABOUT A MAN named Eddie and it begins at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun. It might seem strange to start a story with an ending. But all endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.

When people leave this Earth, their loved ones always weep." She smiled. "But I promise you, those who leave do not.

Hidup memang saling berhubungan, seluruh kehidupan adalah satu. Karena kehidupan sebelum kita akan berpengaruh pada kehidupan kita. Dan kehidupan kita akan berpengaruh pada kehidupan setelah kita.

But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begins. So this was my mother's story. And mine.

We who are born, are born to die.

When a baby comes into the world, its hands are clenched... 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 the lesson...' 'We can take nothing with us.

With the chance to do what none in life ever get to do, he did not waver. He changed the history of his footsteps.

This is your house, Reb. You are in the rafters, the floorboards, the walls, the lights. You are in every echo through every hallway. We hear you now. I hear you still. How can I—how can any of us—let you go? You are woven through us, from birth to death.

Can you even spell your great-great grandparent's names?

What we carry defines who we are. And the effort we make is our legacy.