Quotes About Legacy

Like many men and women who make egregious and irretrievable mistakes with their own children, she would redeem herself by becoming the perfect grandmother.

My mother's family is passionate about visiting and cleaning the graves of their deceased. Once a year, the Peeks and the Nolens would gather to clean the tombstones and plant flowers at the grave sites of their people. Once, in Piedmont, when I was a little boy, I was helping to clean a grave of an ancestor of my grandfather named Jerry Mire Peek. When I asked my cousin Clyde whom this unknown relation was named after, he said, "He was named after the prophet Jerry Mire.

My mother saw in 'Gone With the Wind' the text of liberating herself, ... She took 'Gone With the Wind' as the central book in her life, and made it the central book in her family.

I've written more about my parents than any writer in the history of the world, and I still return to their mysterious effigies as I try to figure out what it all means—some kind of annunciation or maybe even a summing-up They still exert immense control over me even though they've been dead for so long. But I can conjure up their images without exerting a thimbleful of effort.

Without my knowledge, the mooncalf bedlam of Ireland had filled me with an incurable anxiety, an uncontrollable temper, a tendency to abuse alcohol, a stubbornness I found both repellent and incurable, and a tendency to always think I'm right. What a screwed up legacy this hard-hearted Ireland left to me.

She took my hand and squeezed it. "You sold yourself short. You could've been more than a teacher and a coach." I returned the squeeze and said, "Listen to me, Savannah. There's no word in the language I revere more than teacher. None. My heart sings when a kid refers to me as his teacher and it always has. I've honored myself and the entire family of man by becoming one.

As her children, we were the trustees of her dazzling evensongs of the imagination, but we did not know that mothers dreamed.

There is no stronger brotherhood than between two boys who discover that both were born to fathers who waged war on their sons.

But, until that day, I had no idea I was being raised by one of the goddamnest fighter pilots in the history of the Marine Corps. My father and I looked at each other, and I believe we both realized we had just completed our first great day as father and son.

Our grandfather, in dreamless sleep beneath us, spoke to us from the singing hive of memory.

pervasive part of the island culture

I want to be lovely in death...

made her unapproachable, apart. She was one of those girls who pass through your life leaving secret wreckage, but no visible wake. You remember her, but for all the wrong reasons.

When a man dies, and his children die with him, then he is dead entirely, leaving nothing to show.

Think beyond your lifetime, if you want to do something truly great. Make a fifty-year master plan. A fifty-year master plan will change how you look at the opportunities in the present." WALT DISNEY

that once were urgent and necessary for an orderly world and now were buried away, gathering dust and of no use to anyone.

his unending ambition to find death and conquer it or become it, which, poets said later, became the same thing in the end.

Patricia Brennan Demuth

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Most people, and certainly all members of Western civilization, are [...] born into a world which differs radically from that of their ancestors, with the result that most of human history is a closed book to them.

Sav svoj novac je trošila na kupovinu knjiga, a sve vrijeme na njihovo ?itanje. Sve su bile ispisane kritikama, odgovorima na marginama, ponekad su me?u njih bile umetnute ?itave stranice komentara. Šunjala se kroz stolje?a pisanja, ostavljaju?i svoj znak kud god bi išla.

Patricia H. Rushford

It was much more than bricks and stone - It was an idea.

The women who went to the field, you say... A few names were writ, and by chance live to-day; But's a perishing record fast fading away, Of those we recall, there are scarcely a score... And what would they do if war came again?... They would stand with you now, as they stood with you then, The nurses, consolers, and saviors of men.