Quotes About Legacy

But I have lived, and have not lived in vain: My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me that shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire.

I have stood upon Achilles' tomb and heard Troy doubted, Time will doubt of Rome

What is the end of Fame? 't is but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper: Some liken it to climbing up a hill, Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour; For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their 'midnight taper,' To have, when the original is dust, A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.

What are the hopes of man? Old Egypt's King Cheops erected the first pyramid And largest, thinking it was just the thing To keep his memory whole, and mummy hid; But somebody or other rummaging, Burglariously broke his coffin's lid: Let not a monument give you or me hopes, Since not a pinch of dust remains of Cheops.

Tomorrow would have given him all, Repaid his pangs, repair'd his fall: Tomorrow would have been the first Of days no more deplored or crust, But bright, and long, and beckoning years, Seen dazzling through the mist of tears, Guerdon of many a painful hour; Tomorrow would have given him power To rule, to shine, to smite, to save— And must it dawn upon his grave?

Oh! may my shade behold no sculptured urns, To mark the spot where earth to earth returns! No lengthen'd scroll, no praise-encumber'd stone; My epitaph shall be my name alone:

All we who write put me in mind of sailors hastily making rafts upon doomed ships. When we break up under the heavy years and go down into eternity with all that is ours our thoughts like small lost rafts float on awhile upon Oblivion's sea. They will not carry much over those tides, our names and a phrase or two and little else.

Prince Charles is an absolute Mountbatten. The real intelligence in the royal family comes through my parents to Prince Philip and the children.

The best way to be resurrected is to be forgotten.

It is conceivable that in principle man's motor through-ways resemble the slime trails along which are drawn the gathering mucors that erect the spore palaces, that man's cities are only the ephemeral moment of his spawning--that he must descend upon the orchard of far worlds or die.

Nothing you do in your life will harm the planet in any way, shape or form; Nothing you do in your life will help the planet in any way shape or form. The planet is going to outlive us all!

I am the only one who can speak for them, and for the children we were.

Tell me this," Pudge would often ask me, as he sat and read about the exorbitant funeral of a rival. "If he was the guy with all the power, then how come he's riding in the lead car, stuffed inside a coffin?

Beulah drifts deeper. Part of her knows tonight is the night she will not wake from her slumber. Come morning she will be gone, and this house will be Horton's.

He moved into her house allegedly to care for her. Beulah knows he's just after the house. It's a highly valuable piece of luxury waterfront property now. Horton is a caregiver, not a carer. Sometimes she wonders if he's trying to hasten her demise. Horton is Beulah's big regret in life. She bites into the soggy biscuit and wonders what her boy will do with all the family china when she's gone.

This was supposed to be mine. Labden guaranteed me the COO position for the new resort when it comes online. I've put my heart and sweat into this company for years. TerraWest has traded on my name, my Olympic fame, my gold medals, for God's sake. I'm married to the founder's daughter.

in the clubs at night. He's in a prison. Trapped. In an increasingly dull marriage. Living in a place called "Rose Cottage." A baby on the way. The shattering responsibility of somehow becoming a father. How is he supposed to do that? His own dad never figured it out.

THE Right Honorable Edward Junius Carsington, Earl of Hargate, had five sons, which was three more than he needed.

Do you remember little Zoe Octavia Lexham?' he said. His aunt cast her pale blue gaze in the direction of the great chandelier, as though that was where she kept her memory. 'Zoe Octavia,' she said.

The man who fails, my learned friend, is the man who dies.

Relationships in life don't really end, even if you never see the person again. Every person you've been close to lives on somewhere inside you. Your past lovers, your parents, your friends, people both alive and dead (symbolically or literally)--all of them evoke memories, conscious or not.

Relationships in life don't really end, even if you never see the person again. Every person you've been close to lives on somewhere inside you.

I want some sign of the scar tissue left behind. I want to know, in the end, that I mattered.

She is the keeper of all these names and numbers now, numbers she once knew by heart, numbers and addresses her children no longer remember.