Quotes About Legacy

To je samo papir, ali zapravo nije. To su samo rije?i, ali zapravo nisu. Mi smo ovdje samo nakratko, a papir ?e nas sve nadživjeti; on ?e vrištati, vikati, urlati, pjevati naše misli, osje?aje, jade i sve ono što u životu ina?e prolazi neizre?eno. Ovaj ?e papir poslužiti kao glasnik njihovim najmilijima, oni ?e ga ?itati i ?uvati; rije?i iz živog uma, živog srca. Rije?i zna?e život.

But in reality the old man did not leave an empty life, because it was filled to the brim with the ghost of his past.

Anyway, my point is (I know, I know, there is one), 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, Alex.

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.

Daughter of the Erl King and the Elfen Queen, that's who you are.

all is the same time has gone by some day you come some day you'll die someone has died long time ago.

People don't change their minds that easily. They have too much pride. Eventually they have kids who see the world differently, and that's how real change happens. Old people die and the things they mistakenly thought were important die with them.

We live less than the time it takes to blink an eye, if we measure our lives against eternity...a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives that span, he is something. He can fill that tiny span with meaning, so its quality is immeasurable though its quantity may be insignificant...A man must fill his life with meaning, meaning is not automatically given to life.

Without stories there is nothing. Stories are the world's memory. The past is erased without stories.

Take care of your father, he said. There aren't many people like him around anymore.

Had something inarticulate been handed down from generation to generation that came to life in each individual at a time most appropriate to him?

A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives that span, he is something. He can fill that tiny span with meaning, so its quality is immeasurable though its quantity may be insignificant.

I will tell you what my father, may he rest in peace, once told me. Seeds must be sown everywhere. Only some will bear fruit. But there would not be the fruit from the few had the many not been sown. Do you understand, my Asher?

Did I know that the reason Hitler had been able to slaughter six million Jews without too much complaint from the world was that for two thousand years the world had been taught that Jews, not Romans, had killed that man?

My father's right to shape my life had been taken from him by the same being who gave his own life meaning - the Rebbe.

Many people feel they are in possession of a great gift when they are young. But one does not always give in to a gift. One does with a life what is precious not only to one's own self but to one's own people.

Traditions are born by the power of an initial thrust that hurls acts and ideas across the centuries

Only one who has mastered a tradition has a right to attempt to add to it or to rebel against it. Do you understand me, Asher Lev?

A chi servono le storie di un ennesimo ebreo? Servono a me. Senza storie non esiste nulla. Le storie sono la memoria del mondo. Senza storie il passato viene cancellato.

In other words, there can be no real identity with our heritage until we know what our heritage really is. It is all hidden in our history, but we are ignorant of that history. We have been floating alone, basking blissfully in the sunny heritage of other peoples!

For each of us has a perch on the tree. After we are gone, that perch is marked by a notch, permanent, yes, but with its edges muting over time, assuming the tree is ever growing. Years from now someone can see that you were here, or there, and although you had little conception or care for the wider branching, in the next life there might be a sigh of wonder at how quietly flourishing it all was, if never majestic.

Her father was one of those tall, angular, self-embalming types. All balls and liver. His kind predated the notion of alcoholism. Groton, Princeton, Harvard Business School. His neatly clipped silver hair and tailored suits and unmitigating stare of eyes and trim old body said it all over in a simple, clear language: Chief Executive Officer. Do not fuck with this man.

That perhaps the ways of his mother and his father had occupied whole regions of his heart. I know this.

I've got libraries in my blood.