Quotes About Legacy

Because that's what the story's really about: getting out of paying your debts. That's not how they tell it, but I knew. My father was a moneylender, you see.

My mother had enough magic to give me three blessings before she died," I said, and he instinctively bent in to hear it. "The first was wit; the second beauty, and the third—that fools should recognize neither.

I worked very hard after that. I took as much of Da's work as I could. I didn't want to make a row of dead babies and die.

I was angry at them for everything they'd done to build it, and I also couldn't stand to just turn my back and let it all come tumbling down. It wouldn't have fixed anything they'd done. It would only have made an even worse waste of it all.

My mother had enough magic to give me three blessings before she died. The first was wit; the second beauty, and the third — that fools should recognize neither.

from Famous I want to be famous the in the way a pulley is famous,/or a buttonhole,not because it did anything spectacular,/but because it never forgot what it could do.

People do not die./ They die/ And then they stay.

Or else they will say: "Thank you so much for speaking for me when I was too little to speak." "Dad, Mom, Grandma, Grandpa," they will ask: "What did you do?" So let me leave you with this question: What did you do?

Others have looked at this war from a biomedical perspective, or from a strictly political one. My focus is on how this ongoing war against us is far more basic, aimed at nothing less than dissolving the meaning of humanity itself and undoing of the rich cultural legacy we in the West have long treasured and passed on to succeeding generations.

The world will forgive you if you make mistakes, but it will never forgive you if you make no DECISIONS, because it will never hear of you outside of the community in which you live.

Lo logro por medio de un truco muy inteligente. Hago que los padres enseñen a sus hijos a creer como ellos (los padres) en la religión, la política, el matrimonio y otras materias importantes. De esa manera, como ves, cuando obtengo el control de la mente de una persona, puedo perpetuarlo fácilmente haciendo que ella me ayude a fijarlo en la mente de su descendencia. ST: ¿De qué otras formas

As Carlyle put it—"All that mankind has done, thought, gained or been—it is lying in matchless preservation in the pages of books.

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work-- I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years, and the passengers ask the conductor: What place is this? Where are we now? I am the grass. Let me work.

Get off this estate. What for? Because it's mine. Where did you get it? From my father. Where did he get it? From his father. And where did he get it? He fought for it. Well, I'll fight you for it.

Languages die like rivers. Words wrapped around your tongue today And broken to shape and thought Between your teeth and lips speaking Now and today Shall be faded hieroglyphics Ten thousand years from now.

Po naszej Å›mierci – pisaÅ' Dawkins – pozostajÄ… po nas dwie rzeczy: geny i memy

In 2011, a seventeen-year-old Israeli girl named Chen Aida Ayash was killed in a car accident. After her death, her parents asked for doctors to collect some eggs from her cadaver. They had to go to court to get permission, explaining to a judge that they wanted to fertilize Chen's eggs, after which Chen's aunt would bear them to term. After her own death, Chen would give her parents grandchildren.

So long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.

Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened

The only way you can truly get to know an author is through the trail of ink he leaves behind him. The person you think you see is only an empty character: truth is always hidden in fiction.

We exist as long as somebody remembers us.

All true stories begin and end in a cemetery.

He would have liked to know that somebody wanted to keep him alive, that someone remembered him. He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers us.

That's what happens when people reach old age; nobody remembers they've been bastards too.