Quotes About Legacy

A human life is on average eighty Earth years or around thirty thousand Earth days. Which means they are born, they make some friends, eat a few meals, they get married or they don't get married, have a child or two, or not, drink a few thousand glasses of wine, have sexual intercourse a few times, discover a lump somewhere, feel a bit of regret, wonder where all the time went, know they should have done it differently, realize they would have done it the same, and then they die.

Now, consider this. A human life is on average 80 Earth years or around 30,000 Earth days. Which means they are born, they make some friends, eat a few meals, they get married, or they don't get married, have a child or two, or not, drink a few thousand glasses of wine, have sexual intercourse a few times, discover a lump somewhere, feel a bit of regret, wonder where all the time went, know they should have done it differently, realise they would have done it the same, and then they die.

Is happiness the aim?' 'I don't know. I suppose I want my life to mean something. I want to do something good.

I suppose I want my life to mean something. I want to do something good.

I like this job. I can't right now think of a better purpose in life than to be a teacher. To teach feels like you are a guardian of time itself, protecting the future happiness of the world via the minds that are yet to shape it. It isn't playing the lute for Shakespeare, or the piano at Ciro's, but it's something as good. And goodness has its own kind of harmony.

Legacy. What a meaningless thing. All that work for a future in which they don't appear.

There was an invisible baton of failure her mother had passed down, and Nora had held it for a long time. Maybe that was why she had given up on so many things. Because she had it written in her DNA that she had to fail.

Nora had always had the sense that she came from a long line of regrets and crushed hopes that seemed to echo in every generation.

History isn't something you need to bring to life. History already is alive. We are history. History isn't politicians or kings and queens. History is everyone. It is everything.

I was named after Bob Dylan. Did I ever tell you that?

Such a sadness to that word, don't you think? Legacy. What a meaningless thing. All that work for a future in which they don't appear [...] What is legacy but the most empty and mediocre substitute for what we have. Steel and money and fancy concert halls don't give you immortality.

They live in your mind, the way they always lived inside you. You keep their light alive. If you remember them well enough, they can still guide you, like the shine of long-extinguished stars could guide ships in unfamiliar waters. If you stop mourning them, and start listening to them, they still have the power to change your life. They can, in short, be salvation.

She imagined that when she eventually arrived at her deathbed, she would feel more regret about her unborn children than her unwritten books.

The love of a person never disappears,' he said softly. 'Even if they might. We have memories, you see, Amelia. Love never dies. We love someone and they love us back and that love is stored and it protects us. It is bigger than life and it doesn't end with life. It stays inside us. They stay inside us. inside our hearts.

Wife: I want to have a child. Husband: I can't imagine bringing a child into this messed-up world. Wife: That's exactly the reason we should do it. We need to bring something good into this world to balance out the bad.

Algernon Blackwood, Robert Bloch, August Derleth, William Hope Hodgson, Frank Belknap Long, Clark Ashton Smith

Who you come from is part of who you are. How do you just let that be stolen from you?

Hi," I said. "I'm the last of the Brontë sisters.

Ex-Confederate? What's that, like an ex-Nazi? The man fought for slavery! You don't get to put an 'ex-' in front of that!

It may not seem funny now, because it's happening to us, but centuries from this moment, people will laugh in wonder.

I want to die with a smile on my face. Hopefully, it won't be mine.

Where there's a will, there's a family fighting over it.

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men, And falsehood, while I lived, was far from mine.

When Byron's eyes were shut in death, We bow'd our head and held our breath. He taught us little: but our soul Had felt him like the thunder's roll.