Quotes About Legacy

ASPIRE TO INSPIRE BEFORE YOU EXPIRE. —MRS. MIRACLE

The part of me that's me is gone. I'm just part of this line of people. There's no me left. I'm nothing.

You will find that the past is still very much alive down here.

As pessoas querem fazer parte de algo maior, algo mais profundo do que elas próprias. Algo pelo qual valha a pena viver, valha a pena morrer. Algo tão maravilhoso que estão dispostas a correr o risco de serem chamadas loucas, o risco de nadarem sozinhas nas águas mais escuras, determinadas a mergulhar nas profundezas para encontrarem algo especial, algo que possa durar para sempre.

Judge Rountree holds half my property in the palm of his hand. Denton's growl broke the silence. I'd appreciate if you didn't insult him at all, much less in his own home. He named his children One, Two, Three, and Four, she said. He deserves to be insulted.

Tillie studied her mother's face. The face which had seen thirty-seven years of life. Twenty-one years of marriage. The birth of ten babies. The death of one.

What will become of you and me (This is the school in which we learn ...) Besides the photo and the memory? (... that time is the fire in which we burn.) Avid its rush, that reeling blaze! Where is my father and Eleanor? Not where are they now, dead seven years, But what they were then? No more? No more?

One cannot get rid of a good education, nor, unfortunately, of a bad one, which often is such because one has not wanted to defray the expenses of a good one.

Monsieur me prépare le plus triste avenir; que deviendrai-je quand je n'aurai plus rien à dire? - Tu recommenceras. - Jacques, recommencer! Le contraire est écrit là-haut; et s'il m'arrivait de recommencer, je ne pourrais m'empêcher de m'écrier: Ah! si ton grand-père t'entendait!... et je regretterais le bâillon.

To rot under marble or to rot under earth is still to rot.

This life is but the childhood of our immortality.

It's plain to you that at the time I write this, I'm not dead. But maybe by the time you read it.

It wasn't that she expected to be known by all the bank's employees; it was just that she had been lovely once, and had never really believed that time would make her faceless.

G]ive him this much: death didn't just walk up and inhale him. He wasn't exactly whisked away. He left claw marks on his life.

Will they remember us, Aravan? Will Mankind remember us at all? ... Mayhap, Gwylly, mayhap. Mayhap in their legends and their fables. Mayhap in naught but their dreams.

We live in a world of disposable memory, nothing's built to last, not even shame.

We are not special. We are lit from within by a single candle flame and when that flame is blown out and all light leaves our eyes it is the same as if we never existed at all. We don't own our life. We rent it.

Joe closed his hand over the watch and it was still warm from his father's pocket, ticking against his palm like a heart.

All the stuff our fathers took for granted as long as you worked hard, the great safety net and the fair wage and the gold watch at the end of it all? That's all gone around here, my friend.

But do we lose our past to assure our future?

Work and its results always outlived those who labored at it as any Egyptian slave-ghost will tell you.

She should have a ride named after her at Epcot, man.

I'm just bones in a box, Teddy.

We live in a world of disposable memory. Nothing's built to last, not even shame.