Quotes About Legacy

I have conquered them all, but I am standing amongst graves

If I know a song of Africa,—I thought,—of the Giraffe, and the African new moon lying on her back, of the ploughs in the fields, and the sweaty faces of the coffee-pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Would the air over the plain quiver with a colour that I had had on, or the children invent a game in which my name was, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or would the eagles of Ngong look out for me? I

I am telling you that the child will not out live the buildings. Do you understand that wheras women may touch the immortal by giving birth, men--great men-- must build monuments and seek fame?

He did not smile. 'We are the keepers of the world's greatest treasures. Does that mean nothing to you?' My children are my greatest treasures,' she said. 'Stone no matter how old, means nothing to me when compared to their welfare.

A man doesn't have to be alive to start the fires of revolution.

So all we know about Hugh MacLean is that his financial situation is unclear, he has an unknown number of illegitimate children, and the family curse is true. I've caught quiet a prize!

Ah, lassies, be sure ye make good decisions, firm and fast. Those who don't know what they want get what they deserve. OLD WOMAN NORA OF LOCH LOMOND TO HER THREE WEE GRANDDAUGHTERS ONE COLD NIGHT

As I reach my thirtieth year of service as a butler in a gentleman's household, I find myself looking back. Between my secret recipe for boot blacking (an indispensable tool for a butler), and a vastly superior method to remove wine stains from velvet (which some will erroneously hold to be an impossibility), I find my memories salted with some faint wisdoms, a few tested experiences, and many, many interesting stories.

Well, it is a good thing he died young. Most men don't have the good sense to know when to quit this earth. At least your husband didn't drag on and on like some do.

Aye,Ware is your grandfather, though a more worthless arse I couldn't name.

Trees are as close to immortality as the rest of us ever come.

An oft-told story is like a photograph in a family album; eventually, it replaces the moment it was meant to capture.

What did it mean, all this personal looking backward? What were people hoping to find? What bearing, really, did their ancestry have on who they were now?

There seemed no end to the insane things fathers did to their families.

It was not the time to recall all those really horrifying nursery stories she'd read, Bluebeard, Babes in the Wood, Little Red Riding Hood. Why is it that children's stories are so filled with monsters like wolves and witches who eat children, and men who kill their wives? And to think, that people actually sat and told their children such things.

When I get to the end of my life, I want to be able to look back and know that my being here made things better - Daphne

The ambition of most beings is just to stay alive, overeat, spend too much, and avoid hard work. I'm happy that I can achieve much more than that…and we all die sooner or later. A death in service of a great ideal is a fine thing.

Leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but memories.

she worried that Jedi raised other Jedi in a constant soulless cycle of detached, cold indifference

If you were a nomad, your nation traveled in your heart. And without the Mando heart, you had nothing -not even your soul- in whatever new conquest followed death

He'd known from the moment he started making it that it was more than just a special gift for his granddaughter. He accepted that it was a penance for failing to get one for Naomi, a subconscious motive buried in so shallow a grave that he could see the bones below with little effort.

Lydia supposed his headstone had been ordered. Something large and garish made of the finest marble and phallic shaped because being dead didn't stop you from being a dick.

Sam knew that this was exactly how Gamma would've wanted to be remembered: head straight, shoulders back, teeth ground, forever stalking joy.

Trust me, sweetheart, there is a reason centuries of fathers have fought brutal wars to protect the concept