Quotes About Legacy

A house isn't a real home without some past, present, and future in it.

No," she said, "she wanted to have used every bit of her energy, every second of her time, and have given every drop of her love away so that when she got to heaven, what had been her on this earth was all finished and done with.

This city had been a city for two thousand years, and I could feel that with every step I took. bits of all that time were still here, alive, even if it was just in the form of collective memory.

Did you think of anyone else?" Enid had asked the folk of this household. "Did you think of the next generation that'll have to work this land and wonder why they're getting half the yield they should? Or the ones who'll starve when the land gives up because you"—she had pointed at them, with two stiff fingers—"couldn't be bothered to take care of it?

Sometimes he thought that he had talked so much in the years before to his children and they had understood so little that now there was nothing at all to say.

Because things accumulate around your name, said Berenice. You have a name and one thing after another happens to you, and you behave in various ways and do things, so that soon the name begins to have meaning. Things have accumulated around the name, if it is bad and you have a bad reputation, then you just can't jump out of your name and escape like that. And if it is good and you have a good reputation, then you should be content and satisfied.

Though,' observed Sloan profoundly, 'where there's a will there's usually a relative.

WHO HAS HIS BIRTH DAY, HAS HIS BURIALL TOO; AS WE INTO THE WORLD COME, OUT WE GOE.

Official military reports credited Montgomery with the Combahee River Raid's triumph, yet soldiers recognized this victory as Harriet Tubman's.

When her voice is forever stilled, her soul, like the soul of him whom she calls her dearest friend, will later be 'marching on.

An elder once told me that stories and cultural practices are not lost. They are waiting in another realm for the right person to dream them and reintroduce them. The ancestors are waiting to pass them on to the right person. (p. 40)

Long ago, there lived a people

Death smoothes the rough edges, obliterates the cruelties of the deceased. It makes heroes of monsters.

Let us live and love, nor give a damn what sour old men say. The sun that sets may rise again, but when our light has sunk into the earth it is gone forever.

Life... It's a great and terrible and short and endless thing. None of us come out of it alive.

Believe me, when you die, it's everybody else's but your problem

I don't want to be one of those easily forgotten people, so important at the time, so special, so influential, and so treasured, yet years later just a vague face and a distant memory. I want us to be best friends forever

I don't want to be one of those easily forgotten people, so important at the time, so special, so influential, and so treasured, yet years later just a vague face and a distant memory.

Elizabeth's hands flew to her mouth; tears filled her eyes with happiness as she realized he was fulfilling yet another of her and her mother's intended activities. "Why are you fulfilling all of my mother's dreams?" she asked, studying his face and searching for answers. "So you don't run away like she did in search of them," he replied, taking her hand. "Come on, join in!" he said, leaping around.

Like Rosaleen and Arthur's house, this had the feel of generations of people who had lived there before, families that had grown up, run and shouted through the hallways, broken things, grown things, fallen in love. Instead of the occupants owning the house, the house owned a part of each of them.

We want to control our deaths, our goodbye to the world, and if we can't control is, we can at least control how we leave it behind.

Dad was more into last impressions than first ones, which makes his death all the more symbolic.

She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but it's what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted.

You reap what you sow, even in death. And so i got about sowing