Quotes About Legacy

Victor Hugo's pen

When a library disappears, or a bookshop closes down, when a book is consigned to oblivion, those of us who know this place, its guardians, make sure that it gets here.

Cuéntale al mundo nuestras historias y jamás olvides que existimos mientras alguien nos recuerda.

Cada livro, cada volume que vês, tem uma alma. A alma de quem o escreveu, e as almas daqueles que o leram e viveram e sonharam com ele. Cada vez que um livro muda de mãos, cada vez que alguém passa o olhar pelas suas páginas, o seu espírito cresce e torna-se mais forte.

Odchodzisz w cieniu, pomy?la?em. Tak, jak ?y?a?.

Mientras se nos recuerda, seguimos vivos

His soul is in his stories.

that as 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, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them & they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind.

What will you do now with the gift of your left life?

En esta magnífica obra escrita por Carol Gaskin y Vince Hawkins, el lector viajará por los paisajes que acogieron a estos rotundos guerreros. Conocerá sus técnicas de combate, sus códigos de conducta y, sobre todo, el honor que impulsó sus vidas hasta las últimas consecuencias. Una historia apasionante que les invito a conocer

Mrs. Latham patted Hayley's knee with a frail, liver-spotted hand. ''I'm sure you do, dear. And I'm afraid those kinds of losses don't get any easier as we grow older. Mrs. Latham turned, including Colton in her smile as she changed the subject. ''I'm so thrilled to finally be able to restore Victorian Oaks. It's been my dream for some time. I understand you grew up there, Colt said. Yes, indeed. I was a Palmer before I married Mr. Latham. It pains me to see the old house going to ruin.

Priam and Achilles meet in the very twilight of their lives. Their extinction is certain and there will be no reward for behaving well, and yet, in the face of implacable fate and an indifferent universe, they mutually assert the highest ideals of their humanity.

The greatest war story ever told commemorates a war that established no boundaries, won no territory, and furthered no cause.

I had hardly ever seen Great Granny Webster at that time, and yet her feelings interested me. She was little more to me than the silhouette of a formidable old woman dressed in black who appeared occasionally at family gatherings and made us feel that she was taking a dangerous risk with her upright spine when circumstances forced her to bend over and kiss her great-grandchildren.

and someday have someone to hold my hand when I'm taking my last breath and tell me to walk slowly because it won't be long until they're following me. I want all

Once a mother, always a mother, no matter the age or the era." Truer words have never been spoken.

received through the years. But Harriet had passed on the

Little black and tan older dog? Verdie asked. Do you know who he belongs to? Belonged to, not belongs. Old man Rawling died about two weeks ago. His family intended to have Pete and Joe put to sleep the day after the funeral, but they both vanished.... Dickie bought that crazy bird for his wife, Mary, about six years ago. He'd promised her that someday he'd take her to a tropical island and then she got cancer and he couldn't take her so he bought her the bird.

nothing to offer anymore. That you were becoming a respectable citizen. And you wanted to be close to your mama's spirit," she said. "Pretty smart for a kid." Seth grinned. "So what happened when Jesse came home?" she asked. "Jesse never did acknowledge the baby he'd produced. He married his

Saint Peter could get rid of his little black book with the names of the worthy written in it. Aunt Gert would arrive with a new and updated version tucked under her arm.

The past defines the present and affects the future

Why is this place named Burnt Boot? Martin asked. Back in the days of the cattle drives old Hiram Cleary got tired of lookin' at the back end of cattle all day. He sat down right out there and pulled off his boot, threw it in the fire so he couldn't go no further, and built a store to sell stuff to the people comin' up the trail. He was an ancestor to my husband, Gladys answered.

Don't be afraid of dying. Be afraid that you don't make the most of every single day you are alive. I read about an old lady who said she wanted to slide into heaven with nothing left.