Quotes About Legacy

Les grands littérateurs n'ont jamais fait qu'une seule oeuvre.

always wrapped in the mystery of the Merovingian age,

Men who believe that their work will last—as was the case with Elstir—form the habit of placing that work in a period when they themselves will have crumbled into dust. And thus, by obliging them to reflect on their own extinction, the thought of fame saddens them because it is inseparable from the thought of death

Unlike most biographers it is here I leave Messrs. Burke and Hare, at the peak of their glory. Why destroy such an artistic effect by requiring them to languish along to the end of their lives, revealing their defects and their deceptions? We need only remember them, mask in hand, walking abroad on foggy nights. For their end was sordid like so many others. One of them, it appears, was hanged and Dr. Knox was forced to quit Edinburgh. Mr. Burke left no other works.

Al final, Ana, nuestra tarea, la de nosotras mujeres, es dar a luz y cerrar los ojos de los muertos. Exactamente los dos pasos claves de la humanidad. Como si la historia realmente dependiese de nuestras manos.

Uma vez criado, o conhecimento não pode ser calado jamais. Sempre haverá aqueles que lutarão para preservá-lo, difundi-lo, movidos por razões nobres ou perversas.

some trace and leaves some trace of himself—or herself—at any location visited. So

Ma ancora una volta si ripete che l'unico passato reale è quello che perdura nella memoria e che l'unica perdurabile memoria è la scrittura. [...] Forse la letteratura, forse la mia letteratura, rettifica, non svolge altra missione che quella di perfezionare il passato affinché l'avvenire si riprometta di non essere da meno (196).

Death hangs over thee, While thou still live, while thou may, do good.

Poverty fled, she who gives birth to virile men.

You will quickly be reduced to ashes and skeleton. And it may be you will have a name left you, and it may be not. And what is a name? Nothing but sound and echo.

You will find rest from vain fancies if you perform every act in life as though it were your last.

All is ephemeral--fame and the famous as well.

But look at how soon we're all forgotten. The abyss of endless time that swallows it all. The emptiness of all those applauding hands. The people who praise us - how capricious they are, how arbitrary. And the tiny region in which it all takes place. The whole earth a point in space - and most of it uninhabited.

He (God) remembers that we are but shadows and dust, therefore what we do in this life echoes in eternity.

He who has a vehement desire for posthumous fame does not consider that every one of those who remember him will himself also die very soon.

You will give yourself relief, if you do every act of your life as if it were the last.

Do not act as if you were going to live ten thousand years. Death hangs over you. While you live, while it is in your power, be good.

Think of yourself as dead. You have lived your life. Now, take what's left and live it properly. What doesn't transmit light creates its own darkness.

Mark how fleeting and paltry is the estate of man—yesterday in embryo, tomorrow a mummy or ashes. So for the hairsbreadth of time assigned to thee, live rationally, and part with life cheerfully, as drops the ripe olive, extolling the season that bore it and the tree that matured it.

As for life, it is a battle and a sojourning in a strange land but the fame that comes after is oblivion.

Just as the sand-dunes, heaped one upon another, hide each the first, so in life the former deeds are quickly hidden by those that follow after.

Doufejme, že p?jdu do d?chodu d?ív, než n?kdo n?co takového objeví, takže už to nebude moje starost.

Look for me in the whirlwind or the storm, look for me all around you, for, with God's grace, I shall come and bring with me countless millions of black slaves who have died in America and the West Indies and the millions in Africa to aid you in the fight for Liberty, Freedom and Life.