Quotes About Legacy

Forty-five minutes of embraces and ostentatious arrivals and all the siblings arranging themselves in the front row and the rings of descendants, like shock waves of a meteor strike, radiating back through the room. Paz

Before Irene was a fiancée, she had set out from Staten Island for Washington, DC, the story went, "to find herself." In a family whose eldest aunt was famous for being the first white woman up the Amazon, there was room for such things.

All that lasts of love is its poison.

You're going to live your life. You're going to honor him doing things you would have done if he'd never gotten sick and died

Each generation stamps itself onto the next one. The impression is indelible. Like the flowers in my mother's gardens that come and go with the changing seasons, life re-creates itself. And the best of life must be nurtured if it is to thrive.

Somebody had to die in order that somebody else can go on living.

I do not think there is a person in this world who has been a more ardent admirer of him than I have been. His life and work have been an inspiration to the whole earth, shedding light in the dark places which so sadly needed light . His memory calls forth my most sincere homage, love, and esteem. {Burbank on the great Robert Ingersoll , whom he admired so much that he requested Ingersoll 's eulogy for his brother, Ebon Ingersoll, to be read at his own funeral}

Mas será sobre nós, nossa esperança ou pessimismo, nosso afeto ou frieza, que os filhos darão os primeiros de seus muitos passos. E farão isso com seus filhos futuramente. Serão tão fundamentais para eles quanto os pais de nossos pais foram na geração anterior.

As we work to know the life that surrounds us, we stand in a lineage of naturalists — past, present, and even future. We join the "cloud of witnesses" who refuse to let the more-than-human world pass unnoticed.

Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father!

All my life I have been trying to improve my German. At last my German is better —but now I am old and ill and don't have long to live. Soon I will be dead, with better German.

I am happy doing the work I do, alone at a desk. That work is a great part of every day. But when I am old and alone all the time, will it be enough to think about the work I used to do?

No music is so pleasant to my ears as that word—father.

Tinha um velho que morreu agarrando o pinto, acho que ficou com medo da morte, o pobrezinho, tanto medo e na hora do medo agarrou o pinto. Foi enterrado assim.

The years pass in review before me. Thank God for the dear wife who three years ago persuaded me that I was a Christian more than a Congregationalist. The years have not been unfruitful. The work has been, oh! so little, and the harvest so great!

Never say you are too old. You do not say it now, perhaps; but by and by, when the hair grows gray and the eyes grow dim and the young despair comes to curse the old age, you will say, "It is too late for me." Never too late! Never too old! How old are you--thirty, fifty, eighty? What is that in immortality? We are but children.

We are heirs of the ages because throughout the ages mankind has devised and fashioned new things, and step by step added new conquests to our domain in that incessant contest with nature which means life. But we are decadent heirs if we cannot use the instruments that the ages have put into our hands. The acquisition of these, in the largest scope, is education.

Obscuring the drama of Emily Dickinson's legacy have been the dustheaps of slander and sentimental conjecture that fortified the battlers in the war between the houses.

The only secret people keep is 'Immortality', Dickinson once said. Immortality is the mystery at the core of her story.

Mabel Todd took the offensive with her expanded edition of the Dickinson letters. Her preface presented it as the first book ever issued about Emily Dickinson, prepared at the requests of the poet's brother and sister: Austin Dickinson, Lavinia Dickinson 'and I' collected letters 'which they entrusted to me' to edit and publish. At a stroke, this authorised editor displaced an unauthorised niece.

This nation, this generation, in this hour has man's first chance to build a Great Society, a place where the meaning of man's life matches the marvels of man's labor.

This is not Johnson's war. This is America's war. If I drop dead tomorrow, this war will still be with you.

I believe we can continue the Great Society while we fight in Vietnam.

If future generations are to remember us more with gratitude than sorrow, we must achieve more than just the miracles of technology. We must also leave them a glimpse of the world as it was created, not just as it looked when we got through with it.