Quotes About Legacy

Ana baba, bizzat kendileri olan felaketi çocuklar?nda sürdürdüklerini çok iyi bilirler çocuk yapmay? ve onlar? yaÅŸam makinesinin içine atmay? haince sürdürürler.

Mais, lui, ne voulant pas renier son caractère, avait, avant de se suicider, brûlé l'œuvre de sa vie, la rendant au néant en quelques instants, après avoir consacré des dizaines d'années à la mener à bien, et il n'avait pas voulu la laisser à une postérité qui ne la méritait en aucun cas (Génie).

Die einzigen Freunde, die ich habe, sind die Toten, die mir ihre Literatur hinterlassen haben, ich habe keine anderen.

A great lady(Queen Elizabeth )of England , on her dying bed cried out ,call time again , call time again; a world of wealth for an inch of time !but time past was never nor could never be recalled.

If we humans can so easily wash the blood of our fellow humans off our hands, then what hope is there for sparing our future generations from a repeat of the genocides and mass killings of the past?

while it was important not to forget what happened to us in the Holocaust, it was equally important not to hold the descendants of the perpetrators responsible for what was done to us, lest the cycle of hate and violence never end.

She considers the past. She measures it and weighs it and holds it in her hand like a plum. The past is everything now, and she understands that this is what it means to be dying: You stop looking forward, instead living for moments that happened years before.

Make sure your children live longer than you do. Do that and you've really done something, okay? The rest is filler

Nous vivons la période de la mort de la mort de l'auteur.

Father Nicholas Steno, is often identified as the father of geology.

I may do some good before I am dead--be a sort of success as a frightful example of what not to do; and so illustrate a moral story.

I am now about to enter on my normal condition. For people are almost always in their graves. When we survey the long race of men, it is strange and still more strange to find that they are mainly dead men, who have scarcely ever been otherwise.

Had Philip's warlike son been intellectually so far ahead as to have attempted civilisation without bloodshed, he would have been twice the godlike hero that he seemed; but nobody would have heard of an Alexander.

That Elizabeth-Jane Farfrae be not told of my death, or made to grieve on account of me. & that I be not bury'd in consecrated ground. & that no sexton be asked to toll the bell. & that nobody is wished to see my dead body. & that no mourners walk behind me at my funeral. & that no flowers be planted on my grave, & that no man remember me. To this I put my name.

Your next world is your next world, and not to be squandered offhand.

The fact that four centuries had neither proved it to be founded on a mistake, inspired any hatred of its purpose, nor given rise to any reaction that had battered it down, invested this simple grey effort of old minds with a repose, if not a grandeur, which a too curious reflection was apt to disturb in its ecclesiastical and military compeers.

And the d'Urberville knights and dames slept on in their tombs unknowing.

The club of Marlott alone lived to uphold the local Cerealia. It had walked for hundreds of years, if not as benefit-club, as votive sisterhood of some sort; and it walked still.

The boy's face expressed the whole tale of their situation. On that little shape had converged all the inauspiciousness and shadow which had darkened the first union of Jude, and all the accidents, mistakes, fears, errors of the last. He was their nodal point, their focus, their expression in a single term. For the rashness of those parents he had groaned, for their ill assortment he had quaked, and for the misfortunes of these he had died.

But though to visit the sins of the fathers upon the children may be a morality good enough for divinities, it is scorned by the average human nature; and it therefore does not mend the matter.

She thought, without exactly wording the thought, how strange and godlike was a composer's power, who from the grave could lead through sequences of emotion, which he alone had felt at first, a girl like her who had never heard of his name, and never would have a clue to his personality.

The point in Yalbury Wood which abutted on the end of Geoffrey Day's premises was closed with an ancient tree, horizontally of enormous extent ,though having no great pretensions to height. Many hundreds of birds had been born amidst the boughs of this single tree: tribes of rabbits and hares had nibbled at it's bark from year to year; quaint tufts of fungi had sprung from the cavities of it's forks; and countless families of moles and earthworms had crept about its roots.

I am the family face: Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace, Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place Over oblivion

Shiloh isn't haunted – men are haunted. Shiloh doesn't care.