Quotes About Legacy

What lingers from the parent's individual past, unresolved or incomplete, often becomes part of her or his irrational parenting.

After a certain age, we do not move on from the dead, we remain in their time, in their company.

In the annals of history, few men have left a more positive imprint on the world than Pope John Paul II.

Buddha's father had been in the world.

In 1907 Edmund Gosse thought he had to leave his father to become himself; seventy years later Geoffrey Wolff knows he cannot leave his father because he has become his father.

Those Grimm brothers," she said with a sigh, "they'll never amount to anything." And she was right because all they ever became was writers.

A lucky thing Eva Perón was. She died at 32. I'm already 45.

We must never forget that the record on which we judge these defendants is the record on which history will judge us tomorrow. To pass these defendants a poisoned chalice is to put it to our own lips as well.

Each generation of Americans has to face circumstances not of its own choosing, by which its character is measured and its spirit is tested. —President Jimmy Carter

We must never forget that the record on which we judge these defendants today is the record on which history will judge us tomorrow.

I think feminists are unaware of the tremendous extent of the role of women in history.

Kolmogorov – Poincaré – Gauss – Euler – Newton, are only five lives separating us from the source of our science.

Aquel que ha sido no puede más en adelante no haber sido. En lo sucesivo ese hecho misterioso y profundamente oscuro de haber vivido es su viático para la eternidad".8

These last eight years…

I know of no great men except those who have rendered great service to the human race.

Historians are gossips who tease the dead.

Do well and you will have no need for ancestors.

To the living we owe respect, but to the dead we owe only the truth.

What a heavy burden is a name that has become too famous.

Time, which alone makes the reputation of men, ends by making their defects respectable.

Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies about them when they die.

The man who leaves money to charity in his will is only giving away what no longer belongs to him.

That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees – Those dying generations – at their song, The salmon?falls, the mackerel?crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect.

If Falstaff had stuck to martinis, he'd be with us today.