Quotes About Legacy

Poets generally write as if they were dead. –

It is impossible to pretend that you are not heir to, and therefore, however inadequately or unwillingly, responsible to, and for, the time and place that give you life. —James Baldwin

Those into whose lives you are born do not pass away. Slow Man

Like everyone else, I am going to die. But the words - the words live on for as long as there are readers to see them, audiences to hear them. It is immortality by proxy. It is not really a bad deal, all things considered.

The thing about denying someone their voice in this life is that it tends to come out in death.

It's easy to find something worth dying for. Do you have anything worth living for?

Often the crowd does not recognize a leader until he has gone, and then they build a monument for him with the stones they threw at him in life.

Star Wars changed everything in the industry, from pace and storytelling, to visual effects and sound.

Sadder and sadder," Peabody said when they were back on the sidewalk. "I guess you don't think of how many people you brush up against, or how they might remember you. The guy at your corner deli, or the owner of your favorite take-out spot. The clerk where you usually shop for clothes. Not to sound too Free-Agey, but it matters. It all matters, what we leave behind with the people we brush up against.

It matters, Eve, that you came from monsters. Matters, he continued, gripping her chin in his hand, because, coming from them, you chose to make yourself into a woman who hunts the monsters. Not for vengeance, as would surely have been my choice, but for justice. I built a house. You built a hero.

Parents always feel the pride, and the responsibility.

The problem with progress is that it often sweeps aside, destroying rather than respecting what others have built before us.

A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops. —HENRY ADAMS

The Present is the living sum-total of the whole Past. THOMAS CARLYLE

O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. —Alfred, Lord Tennyson

The creation within the space of a single century of a vast Arab Empire stretching from Spain to India is one of the most extraordinary marvels of history.

He even knew the reason why: because enough men had gone off to war saying the time for gardening was when the war was over; whereas there must be men to stay behind and keep gardening alive, or at least the idea of gardening; because once that cord was broken, the earth would grow hard and forget her children. That was why.

How many of the ragged workingmen who pass him in the street are secret authors of works that will outlast them: roads, walls, pylons? Immortality of a kind, a limited immortality, is not so hard to achieve after all. Why then does he persist in inscribing marks on paper, in the faint hope that people not yet born will take the trouble to decipher them?

The planting is reserved for those who come after us and have the foresight to bring seed. I only clear the ground for them. Clearing ground an piling stones is little enough, but it is better than sitting in idleness.

When death cuts all other links, there remains the name. Baptism: the union of a soul with a name, the name it will carry into eternity.

Let it at the very least be said, if it ever comes to be said, if there is ever anyone in some remote future interested to know the way we lived, that in this farthest outpost of the Empire of light there existed one man who in his heart was not a barbarian.

One wants to leave something behind. Or at least a man wants to leave something behind. It's easier for a woman.' Why is it easier for a woman? 'Easier I mean to produce something with a life of its own.' Doesn't being a father count? 'Being a father...I can't help feeling that, by comparison with being a mother, being a father is a rather abstract business.

Those into whose lives you are born do not pass away.

Sabes qué haré, Simón? Justo antes de morir, voy a escribir todo lo que pasó en mi vida en un papel y después lo voy a plegar muy chiquito y apretarlo en el puño. Entonces, cuando me despierte en la nueva vida podré leer el papel y saber quién soy.