Quotes About Legacy

John had told the other Beatles he was breaking up the group, prompted, apparently, by the chaos at Apple.

The civilization of one epoch becomes the manure of the next.

Early laurels weigh like lead and of many of the boys whom I knew at Eton, I can say that their lives are over .... Once again romanticism with its death wish is to blame, for it lays an emphasis on childhood, on a fall from grace which is not compensated for by any doctrine of future redemption.

Most distinguished voyager, what was your eon like? —Comic. Terror is forgotten. Only the ridiculous is remembered by posterity. Death from a wound, from a noose, from starvation Is one death, but folly is uncounted and new every year.

When, after a long life, it falls out That he takes on a form he had sought And every word carved in stone Grows its hoarfrost, what then? Torches Of Dionysian choruses in the dark mountains From when he comes. And half of the sky With its snaky clouds. A mirror before him. In the mirror the already severed, perishing Thing.

No, non imiterò mai coloro che cancellano le proprie tracce, ripudiano il proprio passato e sono morti, anche se con equilibrismi intellettuali fanno finta di essere vivi. Le mie radici sono laggiù, all'Est, su questo non v'è alcun dubbio. Anche se trovo difficile e spiacevole spiegare chi sono, bisogna pur tentare di farlo.

This I wanted and nothing more. In my old age like old Goethe to stand before the face of the earth, and recognize it and reconcile it with my work built up, a forest citadel on a river of changeable lights and brief shadows.

He] Attacks the past, but fears that, having destroyed it, He will have nothing on which to lay his head.

Å»yjesz tu, teraz. Hic et nunc. Masz jedno ?ycie, jeden punkt. Co zd??ysz zrobi?, to zostanie, Cho?by ktoÅ› inne mógÅ' mie? zdanie.

You who think of us: they lived only in delusion... Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!

Probably only those things are worth while which can preserve their validity in the eyes of a man threatened with instant death.

A man has made at least a start on discovering the meaning of human life when he plants shade trees under which he knows full well he will never sit.

For all the sirens, game-show buzzers, and drum-rolls of life, it is the nature of men to die quietly.

McCoy: Representing the High Tier...Leonard James Akaar. Spock: The child was named Leonard James Akaar? Kirk nods. McCoy: Has a kind of a ring to it don't you think, James? Kirk: Yes, I think it is a name that will go down in galactic history, Leonard. What do you think, Spock? Spock: I think you both will be insufferably pleased with yourselves for at least a month...sir.

If we go about the world giving bits of ourselves to people we meet . . . it's worthwhile having lived . . . we leave something behind us which goes on—and on.

These walls have sheltered joys, and sorrows, and hopes and fears innumerable; they have rung with the noise of revelry and the sound of grief; children have been born, and grown to manhood and died within their shelter – and now they are crumbling to ruin, fit only for the owl and the jackdaw to live in and build their nests.

I switch on the light beside my bed and the old, beautiful room takes shape – the four-poster with its carved oak pillars, the dark oak chest, the dressing table with its prude petticoat of spotted muslin, the low, uneven ceiling, the wavy oak floor. How many hundreds and thousands of people have awakened in this room; awakened to their sorrows and their joys, their hopes and their fears?

I switch on the light beside my bed and the old, beautiful room takes shape – the four-poster with its carved oak pillars, the dark oak chest, the dressing table with its prude petticoat of spotted muslin, the low, uneven ceiling, the wavy oak floor. How many hundreds and thousands of people have awakened in this room; awakened to their sorrows and their joys, their hopes and their fears? Strange that I should have slept so well, untroubled by the haunting of their thoughts!

Interesting? What do you mean?' 'Here are two brothers,' explained Neil. 'Andrew steals Randal's bride, and makes off with her like young Lochinvar, and twenty years later Randal steals Andrew's daughter.

Grace says she likes thinking about the future and making plans—even if the plans don't come off—and perhaps if Jack's old aunt dies in time they will be able to manage it all right. The old aunt is "over ninety and quite queer", so Grace does not feel that it is wrong to envisage her end.

We have to hate our immediate predecessors to get free of their authority.

I think about it, and I realize there's been some version of a Batman or Spiderman or Superman franchise since I was a boy, since before I was a boy.

'She's Dynamite' was a 100 years ago, and I recorded that song because the company thought that it was a great song and it was hot. That was the beginning of rock n' roll, and I guess they thought it would be a BB King version of rock n' roll.

The idea that historians write the definitive version of something that will last for all time is less current than it used to be.