Quotes About Legacy

The last act in the biography of the hero is that of the death or departure.

Someday death will take us to another star.

The great Easter truth is not that we are to live newly after death - that is not the great thing - but that...we are to, and may, live nobly now because we are to live forever.

Things have a terrible permanence when people die.

They never fail who die in a great cause.

Every soldier in the course of time exists only in the breath of written word.

Here lies one from a distant star, but the soil is not alien to him, for in death he belongs to the universe.

In ten years time I'll be… (dead) sixty.

A place where something so terrible had happened shouldn't continue to exist in the world

Alas, how can we help but mourn When hero bosoms yield their breath! A century itself may bear But once the flower of such a death.

To my ninth decade I have totter'd on, And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady; She, who once led me where she would, is gone, So when he calls me, Death shall find me ready.

To philosophize is nothing else than to prepare oneself for death.

You shall hear a good account of me or of my death.

The dead have nothing except the memory they've left.

The poets scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.

My death will not be penciled on someone's calendar.

We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.

Somewhere, at some point, somehow, somebody decided that death equals credibility.

When we see our enemies and friends gliding away before us, let us not forget that we are subject to the general law of mortality, and shall soon be where our doom will be fixed forever.

A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!

Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only change of worlds.

Does fashion matter? Always - though not quite as much after death.

Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters.

Instead of joyfully looking forward to my birth, my mother began systematically preparing for her own death. She was fatalistic.