Quotes About Legacy

We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory.

Divine blood flows differently in each god-born child.

I would not be able to bear it, I thought. I would seize him, hold him to me. But I only embraced him a final time, pressing hard as if to set him into my skin. Then I watched him take his place among them, stand upon the prow, outlined against the sky. The light darted silver from the waves. I lifted my hand in blessing and gave my son to the world.

Who was he if not destined for fame?

Wealth and reputation were the things our people had always killed for.

All those years I had spent with them were like a stone tossed in a pool. Already, the ripples were gone.

Odysseus drew the world to him," she said. "Telegonus runs after, shaping as he goes, like a river carving a channel.

Beneath my feet were the bones of a thousand years. I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer. Then, child, make another.

We are men only, a brief flare of the torch. Those to come may raise us or lower us as they please.

No one would remember his glory, or his honesty, or his beauty; all his gold would be turned to ashes and ruin.

You will pardon me if I do not rejoice at being one in a long line of villains.

When he died, all things swift and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

Os encomiendo una misión para después de mi muerte: mezclar nuestras cenizas y enterrarnos juntos.

We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory. Who knows?

But I would have the memory be worthy of the man.

Why should he be peaceful? I never was, nor his father either, when I knew him. The difference was that he was not afraid to be burnt.

But fame is a strange thing. Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another... We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory. Who knows? Perhaps one day I will be famous. Perhaps more famous than you... We are men only. A brief flare of the torch. Those to come may raise us or lower us as they please.

Daedalus did not long outlive his son. His limbs turned gray and nerveless, and all his strength was transmuted into smoke. I had no right to claim him, I knew it. But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

But fame is a strange thing. Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another.

You chose her," he says. "Over me." "Over your pride." "My life is my reputation. It is all I have. I will not live much longer. Memory is all I can hope for. You know this. And you would let Agamemnon destroy it? Would you help him take it from me?

They will resent you. Worse, they will suspect you, for you are the daughter of a sorcerer and a witch in your own right.

But all the rest would come from his father, for mortality always bred truer than godhead.

Killing a whole family was something to boast of, a glorious deed that proved you powerful enough to wipe a name from the earth.

They think of the stories that will be told, and they long to be in them.