Quotes About Legacy

Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?

Death comes to us all. Press me again and you shall find yours.

When you die, it does not mean that you lose to cancer, you beat cancer by how you live, why you live and in the manner in which you live.

This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.

To conquer death you only have to die.

After you die, you wear what you are.

The death of rock was not a natural death. Rock did not die of old age. It was murdered.

Old age is not as honorable as death, but most people seek it.

And they die an equal death — the idler and the man of mighty deeds.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.

Most books, like their authors, are born to die; of only a few books can it be said that death has no dominion over them; they live, and their influence lives forever.

If you want to endure life, prepare yourself for death.

Property is theft. Nobody "owns" anything. When you die, it all stays here.

Every word written is a victory against death.

We brought nothing into this world and it's certain we can carry nothing out.

It's not what you take when you leave this world behind you. It's what you leave behind you when you go.

They say that somewhere in Africa the elephants have a secret grave where they go to lie down, unburden their wrinkled gray bodies, and soar away, light spirits at the end.

When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Art is man's distinctly human way of fighting death.

Pray that thy last days, and last works may be the best; and that when thou comest to die, thou mayest have nothing else to do but die.

Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give.

He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend; provided, of course, he really is dead.

Death is not goodbye.