Quotes About Legacy

Vulcan, the god who had forged his armour, had fired his body to ashes; all that remained of Achilles the great was a small amount of material, barely sufficient to fill an urn. But his fame lives on to fill the expanse of the whole wide world. His glory measures up to the man; it matches his noble self, untouched by shadowy Hades.

May the world near and far dread the sons of Aeneas, and if there be land that feared not Rome, may it love Rome instead.

The cowboy has now gone to worlds invisible; the wind has blown away the white ashes of his campfires; but the empty sardine box lies rusting over the face of the Western earth.

It had a huge impact on me, 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' – and I was very proud when I found out that Kurt Cobain was a fan of mine. I thought he was awesome.

Love is something which dies and when dead it rots and becomes soil for a new love. The the dead love continues its secret life in the living one, and thus in reality there is no death in love.

En gång ska du vara en av dem som levat för längesen. Jorden skall minnas dig så som den minns gräset och skogarna, det multnade lövet. Så som myllan minns och så som bergen minns vindarna. Din frid skall vara oändlig så som havet.

Hol a saját (irodalmi) múltunk tudatos számbavétele? Egy nyugati könyvesboltban tényleg sírva lehet fakadni: Goethe elölrÅ'l, Goethe hátulról, férfival, kisgyerekkel, kecskével, hajnalban, Schillerrel, Thomas Mann-nal, futólag Kleisttel. Ahogy egy kultúra birtokba veszi önmagát...

Arrayed in a new body another mother may someday give birth so that with stronger limbs and brighter mind the old soul shall take the road to earth again.

I want you to live as you would be remembered if you would die tomorrow

If I can't have my own mate and my own children, then I can at least have my own kingdom.

We can only try to live our lives with enough joy and passion that when our time is finished we leave behind more good memories than regrets.

I want you to live as you would be remembered if you would die tomorrow, because you might. Then if you do die, your spirit can rest peacefully knowing that you leave behind an honourable memory. If you do not die, then you will have set the foundation for a long life rich with integrity.

There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.

From my earliest years I had always wanted to be a writer. It was not that I had any particular message for humanity. I am still plugging away and not the ghost of one so far, so it begins to look as though, unless I suddenly hit mid-season form in my eighties, humanity will remain a message short.

there occurred to me the simple epitaph which, when I am no more, I intend to have inscribed on my tombstone. It was this: He was a man who acted from the best motives. There is one born every minute.

It would take more than long-stemmed roses to change my view that you're a despicable cowardy custard and a disgrace to a proud family. Your ancestors fought in the Crusades and were often mentioned in despatches, and you cringe like a salted snail at the thought of appearing as Santa Claus before an audience of charming children who wouldn't hurt a fly. It's enough to make an aunt turn her face to the wall and give up the struggle.

This is the age of the specialist, and years ago Rollo had settled on his career. Even as a boy, hardly capable of connected thought, he had been convinced that his speciality, the one thing he could do really well, was to inherit money.

Unlike the male codfish, which, suddenly finding itself the parent of three million five hundred thousand little codfish, cheerfully resolves to love them all, the British aristocracy is apt to look with a somewhat jaundiced eye on its younger sons. And Freddie Threepwood was one of those younger sons who rather invite the jaundiced eye.

there occurred to me the simple epitaph which, when I am no more, I intend to have inscribed on my tombstone. It was this: "He was a man who acted from the best motives. There is one born every minute.

She has heard what a loony you are, and she seems to think it may be hereditary. "I hope you are not like your uncle," she keeps saying, with a sort of brooding look in her eye.' 'You must have misunderstood her. "I hope you are like your uncle," she probably said. Or "Do try, darling, to be more like your uncle.

A breezy disregard for the preservation of the pence was a family trait.

Unlike the male codfish which, suddenly finding itself the parent of three million five hundred thousand little codfish, cheerfully resolves to love them all, the British aristocracy is apt to look with a somewhat jaundiced eye on its younger sons.

Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in the world?

La heradera del dia destruida. (The heiress of the destroyed day.)