Quotes About Legacy

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The path of a good woman is indeed strewn with flowers; but they rise behind her steps, not before them.

When we build, let us think that we build forever. Let it not be for present delight nor for present use alone. Let it be such work as our descendants will thank us for; and let us think, as we lay stone on stone, that a time is to come when those stones will be held sacred because our hands have touched them, and that men will say, as they look upon the labor and wrought substance of them, 'See! This our fathers did for us.

Great nations write their autobiographies in three manuscripts - the book of their deeds, the book of their words and the book of their art.

For, truly, the man who does not know when to die, does not know how to live.

It is impossible, as impossible as to raise the dead, to restore anything that has ever been great or beautiful in architecture. That which I have insisted upon as the life of the whole, that spirit which is given only by the hand and eye of the workman, can never be recalled.

I libri si dividono in due categorie: i libri per adesso e i libri per sempre.

The weakest among us has a gift, however seemingly trivial, which is peculiar to him and which worthily used will be a gift also to his race.

A chama da vida arde por um tempo e então se apaga. As sepulturas aguardam pacientemente a hora de serem ocupadas. A morte é o fim de toda a vida. Viver é se remexer constantemente em um túmulo. As coisas vivem e morrem. Às vezes vivem bem, e às vezes mal, mas sempre morrem, e a morte é aquilo que reduz todas as coisas ao menor denominador comum.

If I get killed, put my boots back on me.

old musicians never die, they just decompose.

Do you know what I plan to do with my body once I am dead?" "I do not, Countess." "Neither do I. I'll be dead and I won't give a shit.

I can think of no better way to die than as a martyr for my race and my way of life, Smyrt said. And if the Colonial Union dies with us, then I will welcome its diluted population as our honor guard into hell.

As well as you can, live the life you want to live and make the work you want to make. After you're gone it'll all be sorted out or not. You won't be around to worry about it. Focus on the parts you're around for.

blackballed from guild roles for two generations, because apparently mutiny is in the DNA, like eye color or a tendency toward irritable bowels. On

When you study history, you're really studying yourself. Every bit of history I've uncovered about my own family has some remnant in myself.

and when the twilight of that ride is finally upon us, we will look at the trail we have taken and at the signs of our passage. And though our tears will be many, we will know that great lives have been lived, and that our memories will forever bind us together.

Look around you, Jayavar, she continued. See how the temple inspires? How the dreams of its makers can still be felt on this day? You must inspire our people just as our temples do, by convincing them that they're part of something far more beautiful and glorious than themselves. That's what Khmers have always believed and what we must continue to believe.

How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?

After the bare requisites to living and reproducing, man wants most to leave some record of himself, a proof, perhaps, that he has really existed. He leaves his proof on wood, on stone or on the lives of other people. This deep desire exists in everyone, from the boy who writes dirty words in a public toilet to the Buddha who etches his image in the race mind. Life is so unreal. I think that we seriously doubt that we exist and go about trying to prove that we do.

You're going to pass something down no matter what you do or if you do nothing. Even if you let yourself go fallow, the weeds will grow and the brambles. Something will grow.

Life cannot be cut off quickly. One cannot be dead until the things he changed are dead. His effect is the only evidence of his life. While there remains even a plaintive memory, a person cannot be cut off, dead. And he thought, "It's a long slow process for a human to die. We kill a cow, and it is dead as soon as the meat is eaten, but a man's life dies as a commotion in a still pool dies, in little waves, spreading and growing back toward stillness.

But you can't start. Only a baby can start. You and me - why, we're all that's been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that's us. This land, this red land, is us; and the flood years and the dust years and the drought years are us. We can't start again.

Why, Tom - us people will go on livin' when all them people is gone. Why, Tom, we're the people that live. They ain't gonna wipe us out. Why, we're the people - we go on.' 'We take a beatin' all the time.' 'I know.' Ma chuckled. 'Maybe that makes us tough. Rich fellas come up an' they die, an' their kids ain't no good, an' they die out. But, Tom, we keep a-comin'. Don' you fret none, Tom. A different time's comin'.