Quotes About Legacy

We begin in the world as anagrams of our antecedents.

Here is a season Hamnet has not known or touched. Here is a world moving on without him.

Esme picks up woollen combinations and asks where they go in the baffling order of things. The shopgirl looks at their grandmother who shakes her head. 'They are from the colonies,' she says.

We are all, Esme decides, just vessels through which identities pass: we are lent features, gestures, habits, then we hand them on. Nothing is our own. We bein in the world as anagrams of our antecedents.

And now she must give up this body, submit it to the earth, never to be seen again.

Our choices are going to determine the future for our children, our children's children, and their children. I take that responsibility very seriously.

In some previous lifetime, my daughter, you died while attempting to save the life of another witch. Because of this, you were born into this lifetime with the gift of immortality. But this is only one of two ways that gift can be passed on.

God blessed me with two unbelievable parents, and I am just like both of them. I have the smile and charisma of my mother and the big heart of my mom, because she wants to save the world and help the world, so I am just like her.

I prepare my portrait for my woman to hang on a wall when I die. she says: Is there a wall to hang it on? I say: We'll build a room for it. Where? In any house.

I testify that I am free and alive when I am forgotten

After you nothing goes and nothing returns.

Later, we'll look up what was recorded in our history about yours in faraway lands. Then we'll ask ourselves, "Was Andalusia here or there? On earth, or only in poems?

Remember yourself before all turns to dust

They asked, "do you love her to death?" I said, "speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.

Grandfather! I am the last of the living in this desert.

they asked "do you love her to death? i said "speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life

You are my truth and I your question. We have inherited nothing but our names And you are my playground and I your shade at the crossroads of the anthem.

You know, no one ever appreciates you until you're gone.

He used to say the uglier things are the longer they live, and the ugliest things live forever.

It still, after all these years, puts frost into my blood to remember that men like LeMay and Powers had their fingers so close to the button.

Islam has existed for 1,400 years, includes one-fifth of the world's population, and has ruled geographical areas that are more extensive than any other world empire.

All around these streets , the dead and forgotten - mostly travellers born three thousand miles away, and four hundred years once dreamed and schemed, full of sound and fury. They were real and vital, as yet undimmed by posterity, and lived and loved with every imaginable kind of human feeling until at last they returned to dust.

For as we stretch & strain to look through the various windows into the past, we do not merely see a bygone people hunting, fishing, painting their bodies, & dancing their dances. If we look long enough, if we dwell on their joy, fear, & reverence, we may in the end catch glimpses of almost forgotten aspects of our own selves.

Rock and roll doesn't necessarily mean a band. It doesn't mean a singer, and it doesn't mean a lyric, really. It's that question of trying to be immortal.