Quotes About Legacy

you cannot fight a man's history.

That was the only thing Lydia cared about now—money: how much she could make, how much she could hold on to. Four marriages, a son, a grandson, and all she had to show for it were these cold little objects scattered around her pristine mansion.

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.

Dementia was nothing if not a stroll through the many skeletons lining the family closet.

We are a race of heroes who have outlived the age of heroes!

Morální a metafyzickou vinu nesou za rodi?e jejich dÄ›ti a dÄ›ti dÄ›tí; taková vina se nesmaže, ale m?že být jen pÃ…â"¢iznána a - pokud to je možné - od?inÄ›na.

Respect is not creative ... Chanel is an institution, and you have to treat an institution like a whore — and then you get something out of her.

Don't overact the story of your name. Overact the story of your work.

The tradition of all dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living.

Even an entire society, a nation, or all simultaneously existing societies taken together, are not the owners of the earth. They are simply its possessors, its beneficiaries, and have to bequeath it in an improved state to succeeding generations as boni patres familias [good heads of the household].

Men make their own history, but they do not make it as they please; they do not make it under self-selected circumstances, but under circumstances existing already, given and transmitted from the past. The tradition of all dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living.

The tradition of past generations weighs like the Alps on the brains of the living.

La tradición de todas las generaciones muertas oprime como una pesadilla el cerebro de los vivos.

Men [sic] make their own history, but they do not make it as they please; they do not make it under self-selected circumstances, but under circumstances existing already, given and transmitted from the past. (Marx, 1963)

Men make their own history, but they do not make it as they please; they do not make it under self-selected circumstances, but under circumstances existing already, given and transmitted from the past.

People say Americans like coming to England to see the old stuff 'cos they haven't got any old things in their own country, but they would if they stopped crushing it or blowing shit up.

Even Saints, I believe, are never cannonized until years after they've been carried to bed on six men's shoulders.

He was his mother's son, kind and gentle. She was her father's daughter, quick of mind, fascinated by intrigue and all that went with it. But

Bodies are just leftovers, not the real event on death.

One's own life seemed puny against the background of so much history.

She had had affairs over the years ... but she had never been pregnant, never been a mother or a wife and it was only when she realized that it was too late, that it could never be, that she understood what it was that she had lost. Pamela's life would go on after she was dead, her descendants spreading through the world like the waters of a delta, but when Ursula died she would simply end. A stream that ran dry.

As you got older and time went on, you realized that the distinction between truth and fiction didn't really matter because eventually everything disappeared into the soupy, amnesiac mess of history. Personal or political, it made no difference.

They had triumphed over death this night. Sylvie wondered when death would seek his revenge.

That was how history worked, wasn't it? If it wasn't written down it never existed. You might leave behind jewelry and pottery, ornamental tombs, you might leave behind your own bones to be dug up at a later age, but none of those artifacts could express how you felt .