Quotes About Legacy

What a mystery blood was—how did a tiny gesture, a tone of voice, endure through generations like the harder verities of flesh? He had seen it again and again, watching his nieces and nephews grow, and accepted without thought the echoes of parent and grandparent that appeared for brief moments, the shadow of a face looking back through the years—that vanished again into the face that was now.

I thought that was perhaps how some ghosts were made; where a will and a purpose had survived, heedless of the frail flesh that fell by the wayside, unable to sustain life long enough. I

A duty, she said, holding his hand between her own. The duty of a survivor. Not everyone lives to be old, but if you do, I think you owe it to those who didn't. To tell the stories of those who shared your journey… for as long as they could.

We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back through the years; we see the shape of memory, standing solid in an empty doorway.

It's strange," he said, "when he was alive, I didna pay him much heed. But once he was dead, the things he'd told me had a good deal more influence.

What if I cannot keep ye safe?... You and the rest of them? I shall try wi all my strength, Sassenach, and I dinna mind if I die doing it but what i should die too soon - and fail? You won't. 'll try not. If I die dinna follow me. The bairns will need ye. Stay for them. I can wait.

What sort of mother talks about whores on her deathbed? Your mother wouldn't do that, would she? I have no idea," Grey said, "The situation has fortunately not arisen.

The sins of the fathers," I murmured to myself. "The sins of the fathers shall not be visited upon the children.

There was a third brother who became a curate, but I don't know much about him…

Are some people destined for a great fate, or to do great things? Or is it only that they're born somehow with that great passion—and if they find themselves in the right circumstances, then things happen? It's the sort of thing you wonder, studying history Ã¢â'¬Â¦ 

To create, to hoard, to send these things, these fragile documents, down through the years, with only the hope that they would survive and reach those for whom they were intended.

There is something about that that appealed most strongly to me. 'An eminently useful life.' She smiled at me. 'I could think of many worse epitaphs than that, milady.

so he died, at the conclusion of an eminently useful life, and thus obtained his crown in Paradise.

Just as my grandmother taught me, and her grandmother before her.

The story detailed all of his works, and then concluded in these words—'And so he died, at the conclusion of an eminently useful life, and thus obtained his crown in Paradise.' " She paused, flexing her hands lightly on her knees. "There was something about that that appealed most strongly to me. 'An eminently useful life.' " She smiled at me. "I could think of many worse epitaphs than that, milady.

Of course, had she gone, he would have died, he reflected. And never come to this place and got his land, nor seen his daughter, nor held his grandson in his arms. Come to think, perhaps being nearly killed wasn't always a misfortune—so long as you didn't actually die of it

the Two Brothers stone, and that was Norse, wasn't it?

MacNeill of Barra Meadows

Man is like the grass that withers and is thrown into the fire; he is like the sparks that fly upward Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and his place will know him no more

The duty of a survivor. Not everyone lives to be old, but if you do, I think you owe it to those who didn't. To tell the stories of those who shared your journey…for as long as they could.

He grinned wryly at his nephew. "Ye'll amount to something for your mother's sake—if it kills us both.

Sassenach, ¿sabías que algunos creen que la última persona que yace en un cementerio se convierte en su guardián? Debe montar guardia hasta que muere otra persona y ocupa su lugar... Sólo entonces puede descansar.

Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions. But what is it that the old women see? We see necessity, and we do the things that must be done. Young women don't see—they are, and the spring of life runs through them. Ours is the guarding of the spring, ours the shielding of the light we have lit, the flame that we are.

we must not speak of him; we must let him be forgotten. But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it. So.