Quotes About Legacy

This is how my love for her goes on: in moments remembered and moments imagined. It's how I keep her alive. Hers is the voice in my head, in my conscience. I see the world, at least in part, through her eyes. Her story-which is the story of a time and land and the indomitable will of a people- is my story; two lives woven together, and like any good story, ours will begin and end and begin again.

Lately, though, I find myself thinking about the war and my past, about the people I lost. Lost. It makes it sound as if I misplaced my loved ones; perhaps I left them where they don't belong and then turned away, too confused to retrace my steps. They are not lost. Nor are they in a better place. They are gone. As I approach the end of my years, I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us.

My dearest Tully— I am so sorry. I know how afraid you are of being alone, of being left behind, but God has His plan for all of us. I would have stayed with you longer if I could have. Your grandfather and I will always be watching out for you from Heaven.

You gave me wings, Mom. Did you know that? I feel you here. Will I always?

We don't need to learn about what old rich men did more than one hundred years ago. The world is falling apart now.

Love doesn't fade or die, baby girl. People tell you it does, but it doesn't. Differently, maybe, a faded version, but he's part of you now. And you are part of him.

Sandra Day O'Conner

Suntem facuti din amintirile noastre, Tul. La final, asta e singurul bagaj pe care il iei cu tine. Dragostea si amintirile, doar ele raman.

for the definition of love she'd handed down to her daughter like a dark incantation.

Now I think perhaps I'd like to be known.

I will tell my son my life story at last. There will be pain in remembering, but there will be joy, too.

She had counted on a lifetime to teach her children what they needed to know, but she didn't have that gift of grace and time. Still, she had given them what mattered: they were loved and they knew it. Everything else was decoration. Love remains.

cómo podía encontrarse? ¿Cómo podía una mujer entender su propia historia sin haber conocido antes la de su madre?

They are not lost. Nor are they in a better place. They are gone. As I approach the end of my years, I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us. I

want them to remember me as I am, not as I will be when the cancer has had its way.

always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I'd like to be known.

He thinks one's life can be distilled to a narrative that has a beginning and an end. He knows nothing about the kind of sacrifice that, once made, can never be either fully forgotten or fully borne.

Limoges platter that had been their aunt's, several small impressionist

You know the thing about history, Elsa? It's over. Already dead and gone.

damage the earth is to damage your children. —WENDELL BERRY, FARMER AND POET

Amintirile sunt tot ceea ce ne ramane la final.

There was so much more to say, a lifetime's worth of love and advice to bestow on her children, but there was no more time … Be brave, she might have said, or maybe she only thought it.

Iubire. Familie. Veselie. Asta imi amintesc eu in esenta. Mare parte din viata am crezut ca nu am realizat indeajuns de mult. Presupun ca pot fi iertata pentru nesabuinta . Eram si eu tanara. Vreau ca urmasii mei sa stie cat de mandra sunt de ei si cat de mandra sunt de mine.

hard times don't last. Land and family do.