Quotes About Legacy

Black hands built the White House

Is this the truth of our historic encounter?

America was a ghost in the darkness

First came the stumps of the houses that had once contained the dreams of pioneers

He was aware of his body as a shell. Fragile, thin as excuses. A vessel containing the dust of his essential him-ness which would be lost when the vessel failed. Well, that was the way of the world. For a time he was fixed in his body, stuck and named and fixed in place, but one day that would not be the case. One day only his name would remain, on a tombstone or etched onto an urn, marking his dried bones or ashes.

The tunnels of our lives connect, coming to daylight at the oddest moments, and then plunge us into the dark again. We return to the lives of those who have gone before us, a perplexing möbius strip until we come home, eventually, to ourselves.

We seldom know what echo our actions will find, but our stories will most certainly outlast us.

What he liked about his brother, he said, is that he made people become what they didn't think they could become. He twisted something in their hearts. Gave them new places to go. Even dead, he'd still do that. His brother believed that the space for God was one of the last great frontiers: men and women could do all sorts of things but the real mystery would always lie in a different beyond. He would just fling the ashes and let them settle where they wanted.

She had told Jaslyn once that everyone knows where they are from when they know where it is they want to be buried.

If your life doesn't flash in front of your eyes, old boy, does that mean you've had no life at all?

We return to the lives of those who have gone before us, a perplexing mobius strip, until we come home, eventually, to ourselves.

Sometimes you've got to go up to a very high floor to see what the past has done to the present.

And what is it we give our children anyway, except the ability to not become us?

We seldom know what echo our actions will find, buy our stories will most certainly outlast us.

There isn't a story in the world that isn't in part, at least, addressed to the past.

He caught a glimpse in the mirror the other day, and how in tarnation did I acquire the face of my father's father?

He was the son of his son--he was here, he was left behind.

There isn't a story in the world that isn't in part, at least, addressed to the past. I

In America you could lose everything except the memory of your original name.

They inherited it all. The curse of privilege. Janitors for the ambitions of the dead.

If Abir had not gone, she would not need to be remembered. Her absence, then, was her presence.

Wir stolpern dahin, tragen ein wenig Geräusch in die Stille und wirken in anderen fort.

Everyone knows where they are from when they know where it is they want to be buried.

My father had been silent most of the time. He kissed my cheek. He told me that not many people were ordering hand-painted signs anymore, that they were all going neon, but if he had one sign he could put on the world he would say that he was Gloria's father.