Quotes About Legacy

Dad is our first definition of masculinity.

His absence leaves us desperately looking for someone else to "fill in the blank." If the church doesn't do it, the gay community will. If the church doesn't do it, the gangs and drug lords will. If the church doesn't do it, the pornographers will. Empty sons will always look for someone to fill in the blank left by the father who isn't there.

You remarked once in a fit of pique you had made me famous. You were wrong, my dear. You have made me.

A man who forgets his past and allows the flame of the things he loves to be extinguished has no future.

IT IS AS IF WE ALL CARRY in our makeup the effects of accidents that have befallen our ancestors," writes V. S. Naipaul,

When Ulysses S. Grant took the presidential oath of office on March 4, 1869, the nation that emerged out of the Civil War approached maturity—or what we might call its first maturity. All that was "appointed from of old" seemed to disappear.

Remember to have a little faith. When you die, I believe, God isn't going to ask you what you published. God's going to ask you what you wrote.

It's one of the finest highway networks in the world—and nobody seems to care that the basic idea was copied from the Nazis.6     EISENHOWER

Old things are always in good repute, present things in disfavor.

Posterity gives every man his true value.

Whatever my ancestors did to you, none of them consulted me.

?wiat nie mo?e umrze?. Wielu ju? pokoleniom zdawa?o si?, ?e ?wiat umiera. Ale to tylko ich w?asny ?wiat umiera?.

The world can't die. Many generations have thought the world was dying. But it was only their world which was dying.

To miasto jest stolic? narodu, które wyparowuje w nico??. O tym te? trzeba powiedzie?. Ale komu? Czy tym, których ju? nie ma albo którzy odchodz? w niepami??? A mo?e tym, co po?eraj? pojedynczych ludzi i ca?e narody?

U was te? s? dobrzy, m?drzy, starzy ludzie. -Bywali u nas szlachetni, rozumni, godni starzy ludzie.

Pile up enough tomorrows and you'll end up with nothing but a bunch of empty yesterdays.

Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures. No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence. Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future, all the time digging and failing to rip their skeletons from our flesh.

My father used to say that stories are part of the most precious heritage of mankind.

There have only been two geniuses in the world — Willie Mays and Willie Shakespeare.

You cannot NOT be what you were destined to become.

Our refining is a re-envisioning of not only our current society but also our traditions, remnants of the visions of previous generations.

Hun husket fillebyltene som en gang hadde vært menn, menn hvis søken etter et bedre liv hadde fått en æreløs slutt. Renspiste av kråker og dingoer, glemt og ikke sørget over. Pappa fortjente bedre.

Everyone else we knew growing up is the same: image of their parents, no matter how loud they told themselves they'd be different

We think of mortality so little these days... I thought of the stern Victorian determination to keep death in mind, the uncompromising tombstones. Remember, pilgrim, as you pass by, As you are now so once was I: As I am so will you be...