Quotes About Legacy

There aren't any Shakers in Shaker Heights," he said. "They all died out. Didn't believe in sex. They just named the town after them.

Turning your energy toward what's to come, leaning into the light. When you were born, your father wanted you to have my name. Miu: a seedling. He liked that idea, you as our little sprout. But I chose his: Gardner. One who makes things grow. I wanted you to be not only the grown, but the grower. To have power over your own life, turning your energy toward what's to come, leaning into the light.

It struck her then, as if someone had said it aloud: her mother was dead, and the only thing worth remembering about her, in the end, was that she had cooked. Marilyn thought uneasily of her own life, of hours spent making breakfasts, serving dinners, packing lunches into neat paper bags. How was it possible to spend so many hours spreading peanut butter across bread?

We don't burn our books, she says. We pulp them. Much more civilized, right? Mash them up, recycle them into toilet paper. Those books wiped someone's rear end a long time ago. Oh, says Bird. So that's what happened to his mother's books. All those words

And some people chide her for coming too late. One older woman—a Choctaw woman, whose granddaughter had been taken—looked at Margaret for a long time with weary eyes, then clicked her teeth. You think this is something new? She shook her head.

A small tug at a complicated knot that would take generations to unpick.

How had it begun? Like everything: with mothers and fathers. Because of Lydia's mother and father, because of her mother's and father's mothers and fathers. Because long ago, her mother had gone missing, and her father had brought her home. Because more than anything, her mother had wanted to stand out; because more than anything, her father had wanted to blend in. Because those things had been impossible.

How had it began? Like evrything: with mothers and fathers. Because of Lydia's mother and father, because of her mother's and father's mothers and fathers.

How had it begun? Like everything: with mothers and fathers. Because of Lydia's mother and father, because of her mother's and father's mothers and fathers.

You weren't wrong, Margaret said at last. You weren't wrong. But neither was Marie. A small tug at a complicated knot that would take generations to unpick.

database at Ellis Island

how hard it would be to inherit their parents' dreams. How suffocating to be so loved.

PACT: Preserving American Culture and Traditions.

What a job, clearing the homes of the dead, piling whole lives into garbage bins and lugging them to the curb.

It struck her then, as if someone had said it aloud: her mother was dead, and the only thing worth remembering about her, in the end, was that she had cooked. Marilyn thought uneasily of her own life, of hours spent making breakfasts, serving dinners, packing lunches into neat paper bags.

Do our pasts determine what we deserve in the future? And is it ever possible to leave your past behind?

Behind them, empty bookshelves. Bird has never seen books on them, but there they stand, fossils of a long-gone era.

I will perform My Heart Will Go On for the rest of my life and it will always remain a very emotional experience for me.

Miña nai deume os camiños e o meu pai deixoume o mar non tiñan máis que deixarme nin eu penso máis deixar.

Avrupa Tanzimattan beri ayn? emelin kovalay?c?s?d?r: Türk ayd?n?nda mukaddesi öldürmek. Mukaddesi yani ?slamiyeti.

Bizim için de?erli an?lar ta??yan yerlerde ayak izlerimiz niye silinir? Niye kalmaz?

Tarih çark? gittikçe daha h?zl? dönüyor. Çocuklar?m?z her ?eyi kendileri anlay?p ö?renmek, kendi ak?llar?yla yapmak, bizim i?lerimizi üstlenmek zorunda kalacaklar. Oysa dü?ünmek her zaman ac? veren a??r bir i?tir. Onun için onlar?n hayat? bizimkine göre daha zor olacakt?r...

Our lives are all that really belong to us, so it is how we use our lives that determines what kind of men we are

When we are really honest with ourselves we must admit our lives are all that really belong to us. So it is how we use our lives that determines the kind of men we are.