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Quotes About Legacy

John B. Stetsons
~ C.J. Box
It's strange how often human beings die without any kind of style.
~ C.J. Box
old Carnegie library
~ C.J. Box
bitter recognition that his era had passed and the injury he had done to his family could not be undone and the moral failure that characterized his life had poisoned everything he touched and saw.
~ C.J. Box
The first of the Baby Boomers. It's all about them.
~ C.J. Box
The last time he'd gone to see his father he had to introduce himself as his son. His father had said, "Joe? Joe Schmoe? Go get me a flask, Joe Schmoe.
~ C.J. Box
You see, humans always leave something behind.
~ C.J. Box
We shouldn't automatically oppose everything. I mean, what makes us so fucking smart? We're the beneficiaries of people before us figuring out shit that makes our lives better or helps us live longer. Why stop now, just because we think we know it all?
~ C.J. Box
It's easier to reach for the stars when you stand on the shoulders of giants.
~ C.J. Peters
it made me think of all the generations who had lived in this City, dashing and scurrying through their lives, some to leave great monuments and dynasties of children, others rushing only to oblivion.
~ C.J. Sansom
There I met my granddaughter for the first time. As I held her, I wanted to give her a gift. Surely I could come up with something very special for my first grandchild. Not the usual stuffed animals and outfits, but something she could use for the rest of her life. She should get a lasting gift from her grandfather. It came to me that I'd like to give her hope.
~ C.R. Snyder
You may come as a proud prince today young Habsburg. But you shall travel many more roads in Castile in death than you ever will in life
~ C.W. Gortner
ON FRIDAY, AUGUST 3, 1492, Don Cristóbal Colón—newly entitled as High Admiral and newly appointed a noble of our court—departs the port of Palos. He travels with three ships—the Niña, the Pinta, and the Santa María. Serenaded by his crew, he stands at the prow of the Santa María, the wind ruffling his silvery hair. He looks ahead, always ahead, to the horizon.
~ C.W. Gortner
But even if we lose everything we work for, the achievement is ours forever.
~ C.W. Gortner
is the story of how family defines and binds us, and how, ultimately, loyalty can be a curse.
~ C.W. Gortner
If you live only for yourself, you already have chosen to die. And since nothing will cure you, even though on the outside you may appear to have been born and continue living, you will die, you are already dead.
~ César Calvo
He plants trees to benefit another generation.
~ Caecilius Statius
There's only one thing we know about death: It comes for all of us, the famous and the obscure, and after it does, we pretty quickly disappear from memory.
~ Caitlin Flanagan
Leave good evidence of yourself. Do good work.
~ Cal newport
On the other hand, if you're inside this pool—someone whose contribution to the world is discrete, clear, and individualized*—then you should give this philosophy serious consideration, as it might be the deciding factor between an average career and one that will be remembered.
~ Cal newport
Others, such as Alan Lightman, or Erez Lieberman, who earned fame by the age of thirty-one through his combination of mathematics and cultural studies, or Esther Duflo, who won a MacArthur "Genius Grant" for her work evaluating anti-poverty programs, didn't make the cut for the book, but still weigh heavily on my thinking about how to best shape my own career. It
~ Cal newport
En el prefacio se cita el credo del picapedrero medieval: «Nosotros, cuyo oficio es cortar simples piedras, debemos tener siempre en mente las catedrales».
~ Cal newport
When you look around right now, Nashville is kind of going through another changing of guard you're watching the Martina McBrides and the Faith Hills and all of them that have been the big stars for the last however many years, and the next generation is coming in: Miranda Lambert, Carrie Underwood, those girls.
~ Callie Khouri
Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. It brought meTears, and I remembered how often togetherWe ran the sun down with talk… somewhereYou've long been dust, my Halicarnassian friend.But your Nightingales live on. Though the Death-worldClaws at everything, it will not touch them.
~ Callimachus