Quotes About Legacy

When I die, ' I said to my friend, 'I'm not going to be embalmed. I'm going to be dipped.' Milk chocolate or bittersweet was the immediate concern.

Death is not the end.

After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts – like a Chinese nest of boxes – oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front – in our ancestors, back and back until...

Remembrance of things past is just for the rich. For the poor it only marks the faint traces on the path to death.

Dreams link us to those who have already left this life.

Human efforts to avoid or overcome death are always doomed to disappointment.

I won't be sad too often, If they bury me in the libraryWith bookworms in my coffin.

If you truly live, you will never truly die!

I'm not afraid of being dead. I'm just afraid of what you might have to go through to get there.

Believe it or not each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die

As soon as someone dies, frenzied construction of the future (shifting furniture, etc.): futuromania.

After I am dead I'd rather have people ask why I have no monument than why I have one.

Life is short enough, there is nothing worth here to take your life, and those things we do gain can never be taken to our grave.

The dead were just the dead, neither awful nor remarkable. History separated out these individuals and preserved their names where others were obilterated for ever.

Death preserves an ideal.

They had lived and known glory, and then they were ddead. She was alive and they were not, and nothing but a heartbeat separated her from them

I just want to die knowing that I've made a difference in the world... or at least a difference to someone, no matter how small the difference.

And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again...

Mais, dans la mort d'un homme, un monde inconnu meurt, et je me demandais quelles étaient les images qui sombraient en lui.

One day u will be the message...a message for those who still alive...

She had been born with a different name, to a woman with laughing eyes and warmly whispered words of love who'd died degraded and afraid on a misty Irish morning.

One death apiece is plenty.

It never ceased to amaze me how she just had the facts always, in her head. It occured to me that if, or when, she died, a whole load of facts, a body of knowledge, might disappear without a trace.

Learn as if you might live forever and you'll live as if you might die tomorrow.