Quotes About Legacy

John Kitzhaber was a visionary leader for Oregon.

No one may speak for the dead, no one may interpret their mutilated dreams and visions.

Every person you've been close to lives on somewhere inside you. Your past lovers, your parents, your friends, people both alive and dead (symbolically or literally)—all of them evoke memories, conscious or not. Often they inform how you relate to yourself and others. Sometimes you have conversations with them in your head; sometimes they speak to you in your sleep.

Relationships in life don't really end, even if you never see the person again. Every person you've been close to lives on somewhere inside you. Your past lovers, your parents, your friends, people both alive and dead (symbolically or literally) - all of them evoke memories, conscious or not. Often they inform how you relate to yourself and others. Sometimes you have conversations with them in your head; sometimes they speak to you in your sleep.

Will you think about me?" Julie used to ask me before she went in for her various surgeries, and I always told her I would. The assurance soothed her, helped her stay centered in the midst of her anxiety about going under the knife. Later, though, when it became clear that Julie would die, that question took on another meaning: Will a part of me remain alive in you?

leaving the world a better place than she found it.

Every person you've been close to lives on somewhere inside you.

Before she closed her eyes tonight, Rose said she regretted that she has not done something heroic in her life. Well, it's not like she can suddenly climb a tree and save a cat, or go to medical school and begin some important cancer research. But Rose has been my sister. I think that's heroic.

When you love someone, they never die," Delia said. "They're always with you in your heart no matter what. Just as your parents live on in you, Natalie.

Every fellow is really two men -- what he is and what he might be; and you're never absolutely sure which you're going to bury till he's dead.

Who but my mother held those small pieces of my childhood? Where would they go when she was gone?

A tear fell from her son's eye and splashed on Olive's cheek, which shamed away her vanity, making her want to concentrate on bigger issues. Fletcher, I love you! It was hard for me to show it—I had to make a living for us, didn't I?—but honestly, Fletcher, you were a prince among sons. A prince! How did a gentleman like you come from a cad like your father?

People come up to me as I leave the stage after a performance and tell me tey saw my mother onstage with me every time I sing. I keep a sense of humor about it.

Sinatra was just one of Mom's friends.

I wish to live because life has within it that which is good, that which is beautiful, and that which is love. Therefore, since I have known all of these things, I have found them to be reason enough and — I wish to live. Moreover, because this is so, I wish others to live for generations and generations and generations and generations.

You aimin' to go the full circle now? How long before I have to come get you up from the sidewalks? You got hurt and pain in you? Well, I used to know a man who knew how to live with his pain and make his hurt work for him. Your daddy died with dignity; there wasn't no bum in him. And he known some hurts in this life you ain't never even heard of!

What do you want want to be remembered for?" she asked tartly. He slowly shook his head. "I just want to be remembered.

at the end she'd be nothing more than a memory, if that.

Olivia dared not ask, but she had to know. It seemed unlikely her husband could have made a worse choice than Jack Dodger, but if he was her husband's first who would serve as his second? The devil himself? "Who is appointed as my son's guardian in that will?

If we continue to reap our best, there will be no one left but children and the incompetent to defend the kingdom, The Which thought ruefully.

My grandfather was too old-fashioned to be much

I wonder how many people look at their own lives as having an arc, and live their lives accordingly, given the built-in certainty of cancellation. We're all going to get canceled someday. We just don't know how many seasons we'll be around for.

Meaninglessness woos us into spending our one shot at life on insignificant and trivial things.

Tout ce qui fut sera pour peu qu'on s'en souvienne