Quotes About Legacy

Bisabuelo arriero, abuelo hacendado, hijo rentista y nieto pordiosero»

That lost literature which only death reads.

For some life lasts a short while, but the memories it holds last forever.

You can have a great system for organizing e-mail, or scheduling daily conference calls on various projects, but I'm guessing at your retirement dinner, people won't talk about your pristine in-box or packed schedule. They'll want to talk about what you've done. If you're not getting anything that matters done—like, say, lowering Vietnam's infant mortality rate—then you're not really working.

I hope someone will be lost without me someday.

Dear reader who finds this, if I am gone, My name is Jinny I lived here on this island. I loved it. I stayed. I held on. Then, after a pause, Jinny added a line. She'd never be able to write it in ink, bit it was there all the same, a ghost in the letter. As she slid the piece of paper into her pocket, she whispered it aloud. I held on Too long.

Well-behaved women rarely make history.

Well-behaved women make history when they do the unexpected, when they create and preserve records and when later generations care.

Well behaved women seldom make history.

Les femmes bien élevées entrent rarement dans l'histoire

The people I've known I must say are extraordinary. When I think about some of them, I can't believe that I knew them all. And I think the reason I knew most of them at the beginning was because they were of Bogie's generation, 25 years my senior, not mine. But they were the most talented people of all.

Losing Bogey was horrible, obviously. Because he was young. And because he gave me my life. I wouldn't have had a -- I don't know what would have happened to me if I hadn't met him -- I would have had a completely different kind of life. He changed me, he gave me everything. And he was an extraordinary man.

Fifty years on, we're still watching her movies and talking about her. That's not a dumb woman – trust me!

When people in the village have books they no longer need, this shop provides a refuge whilst the volumes are in transition to new homes. That's the point of books, isn't it? To be passed from hand to hand, until they fall apart. Part of the great river of life. [SIR JEREMY AUBREY ('the general'), to Hannah Larson]

Apparently, this girl is made from me. She comes from me. She has half my genes, half my toxins, half my talents, she is in me. What of me will she shed, what will she find herself tacked to?

I felt, for sure, a prayer come through my grandmother's hands, a language of pulse and palm lines, and the prayer said this: May you hold her, and in holding her, hold us, forever down the line.

Our children are not ours because we have given them our genes. They are ours because we have had the audacity to envision them.

But Grandpop wasn't like other men.

Fernão de Magalhães, or Ferdinand Magellan. According to most accounts, he was born in 1480, in the remote mountain parish of Sabrosa, the seat of the family homestead. He spent his childhood in northwestern Portugal, within sight of the pounding surf of the Atlantic.

The gallows that Magellan had erected still cast a shadow over a hill

Manuel punished those responsible, but the legacy of bitterness lingered, and many Jews left the country for the Netherlands.

Less is known about Magellan's mother, Alda de Mesquita

Then there was the question of Magellan's nationality.

he was changing the name of the flagship from Pelican to Golden Hind