Quotes About Legacy

I don't care if I fall as long as someone else picks up my gun and keeps on shooting.

Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

I don't care if I fall as long as someone else picks up my gun and keeps on shooting.

Pharaoh Chephren (circa 2600 B.C., Fourth Dynasty), who built the second Giza pyramid.

He's not like his father. She reconsidered this. I mean, he's not perfect. But he's not Scarface.

I hope telling stories though 'Making a Difference' - as in my academic work and nonprofit work - will help me to live my grandmother's adage of 'Life is not about what happens to you, but about what you do with what happens to you.'

You know, everything's a ghost story, eventually.

Sure he's dead, and it's a good thing for us. It's hard to argue with a dead man. A dead man can't change his mind or make new rules, or behave like a bastard so no one will listen to him anymore. A dead man stays a saint.

It sounded like a good idea at the time, which is probably going to be on my tombstone—along with a catty footnote about poor impulse control. But

But now that she was dying, I knew everything. My mother was in me already. Not just the parts of her that I knew, but the parts of her that had come before me too.

That's what fathers do if they don't heal their wounds. They wound their children in the same place.

It turned out I wasn't able to keep my family together. I wasn't my mom. It was only after her death that I realized who she was: the apparently magical force at the center of our family who'd kept us all invisibly spinning in the powerful orbit around her.

The truth was, in spite of all that, she'd been a spectacular mom. I knew it as I was growing up. I knew it in the days that she was dying. I knew it now. And I knew that was something. That it was a lot. I had plenty of friends who had moms who—no matter how long they lived—would never give them the all-encompassing love that my mother had given me.

And you're wounded in the same place. That's what fathers do if they don't heal their wounds. They wound their children in the same place.

I've given you everything,' she insisted again and again in her last days. 'Yes,' I agreed. She did. She did. She did. She'd come at us with maximum maternal velocity. She hadn't held back a thing, not a single lick of her love.

I've given you everything", she insisted again and again in her last days. "Yes, " I agreed. She had, it was true. She did. She did. She did. She's come at us with maximum maternal velocity. She hadn't held back a thing, not a single lick of her love.

Our parents are the primal source. We make our own lives, but our origin stories are theirs. They go back with us to the beginning of time.

Letting go of expectation when it comes to one's children is close to impossible. The entire premise of our love for them has to do with creating, fostering, and nurturing people who will outlive us. To us, they are not so much who they are as who they will become.

The kindest and most meaningful thing anyone ever says to me is: Your mother would be proud of you.

He wasn't delusional or ill or giving into age-induced dementia. He was my father. The man he'd always been. And he was talking to me as if I was his daughter. As if he had a right. But he didn't.

she told me that she was grateful for him because without him she wouldn't have had my siblings and me.

Men may die, but the fabric of our free institutions remains unshaken.

History is a record of destruction. One must always make room for the next ephemeral crystal.

the crows grew fat on the remains of both our armies. Empires rise and fall, and the only true victors are the birds.