Quotes About Legacy

I can't die yet, doctor. Not yet. I have things to do. Afterwords I'll have a whole lifetime in which to die.

Normal people bring children into the world; we novelists bring books. We are condemned to put our whole lives into them, even though they hardly ever thank us for it. We are condemned to die in their pages and sometimes even to let our books be the ones who, in the end, will take our lives.

Army, Marriage, the Church, and Baking: the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse. Fermin Romero de Torres - The Shadow of the Wind.

La gente normal trae hijos al mundo; los novelistas traemos libros. Estamos condenados a dejarnos la vida en ellos aunque casi nunca lo agradezcan. Estamos condenados a morir en sus páginas y a veces hasta dispuestos a dejar que sean ellos quienes acaben por quitarnos la vida.

Tell our stories to the world, and never forget that we exist so long as someone remembers us.

He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers us.

We are fragile. We're creatures of passage. All that is left of us are our actions, the good or the evil we do to our fellow humans.

And as he watched them walk out of the orphanage, Thomas Carter would think of their lives as the blank pages of a book in which he had written the initial chapters of a story he would never be allowed to finish.

He] taught me that a book is never finished and that, with luck, it's the book that leaves us so we don't spend the rest of Eternity rewriting it.

Los muertos nunca acuden a su propio entierro.

as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive

The dead never go to their own funeral.

And never forget that we exist so long as someone remembers us

A él le hubiere gustado saber que alguien le quería mantener vivo, que le recordaba. El solía decir que existimos mientras alguien nos recuerda.

He'd lived his forty-seven years with enviable panache and intensity, maintaining that human beings foolishly allowed their existence to drift by as if they were going to live for ever: that was their undoing.

A parent never sees his children grow old. To a father's eyes, they always seem like those kids who once looked up at him with veneration, convinced that he had the answers to all the mysteries of the universe.

I stopped asking my father to take me to see Victor Hugo's pen, and he didn't mention it again. That world seemed to have vanished, but for a long time the image I had of my father, which I still preserve today, was that of a thin man wearing an old suit that was too large for him and a secondhand hat he had bought on Calle Condal for seven pesetas, a man who could not afford to buy his son a wretched pen that was useless but seemed to mean everything to him.

Nous restons vivants tant que quelqu'un se souvient de nous

El territorio de los seres humanos es la vida. La muerte no nos pertenece.

El señor Sempere creía que Dios vivía un poco, o mucho, en los libros y por eso dedicó su vida a compartirlos, a protegerlos y a asegurarse de que sus páginas, como nuestros recuerdos y nuestros anhelos, no se perdieran jamás, porque creía, y me hizo creer a mí también, que mientras quedase una sola persona en el mundo capaz de leerlos y vivirlos, habría un pedazo de Dios o de vida.

This, and the hope every maker of tales carries within: that readers will open their hearts to these little creatures made of ink and paper, and give them a part of themselves so they can be immortal, even if only for a few minutes.

Bea is the only good thing I've ever done in my life,' he said. 'Take care of her for me.' My father went with him to the door and watched him walk away down Calle Santa Ana, with that sadness that softens men who are aware that they are growing old together.

Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them and they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind.

Como todas las ciudades viejas, Barcelona es una suma de ruinas. Las grandes glorias de las que se vanaglorian muchos, palacios, factorías y monumentos, insignias con las que nos identificamos, no son más que cadáveres, reliquias de una civilización extinguida.