Quotes About Legacy

Ho?emo li mi, kada jednom umremo, postati zvijezde - te malene nakupine svjetlosnog praha na nemilosrdnom polju crnila? Ili samo odlazimo pod zemlju i tamo trunemo?

Dig your well for yourself, and also for the people who will follow along after you.

Asked once what he was doing to keep busy in retirement, Hank Aaron replied, "I'm being Hank Aaron.

A soldier's body is a work of art that contains his country's history.

The question shouldn't be Am I happy? but rather, Does my life have meaning? And yes, my life has meaning. I've created two children, and loving them, caring for them, and helping prepare them for life gives my life purpose.

It's really not a question of how long you have on this earth; it's about what you do with it.

My brother killed Abraham Lincoln. That is my weight, my shame.

On the moonless night of April 14, 1865, days after a plot to blow up the White House failed, John Wilkes Booth killed President Abraham Lincoln. During the twelve days of

There are hundreds of Frank Lloyd Wright buildings around the United States and in other countries, too. Wright lived into his 90s, and one of his most famous buildings, the Guggenheim Museum in New York, was completed just before his death. Wright buildings look like Wright buildings - that is their paradox.

Mom was a smoker. My grandfather was a smoker. My aunts were smokers. My uncles were smokers. I don't know any smokers now, not even my mom.

History is what people want to remember.

how could Britain operate in India for 300 years and take so little back from it in terms of understanding?

A book is a wonderful present. Though it may grow worn, it will never grow old.

Touch magic. Pass it on.

We all have such stories. It is a brutal arithmetic. But I - I am alive. You are alive. As long as we breathe, we can see and hear. As long as we can remember, all those gone before are alive inside us.

Even near the end, his sense of humor was still there. As I said in the memorial service, Robyn, Stan, his wife Ruth, and I were all in Isaac's hospital room the day before he died. I said to him, 'Isaac, you're the best there is.' Isaac smiled and shrugged. Then, with a mischievous lift of his eyebrows, he nodded yes, and we all laughed.

He never considered himself anything special. He was just a man who tried to honor God and help people in need. In the end, achieving those two simple goals made him a very special person to countless people around the world.

Ida finally made up her mind when she visited her father's grave. She asked herself what he would have advised her to do, and she felt sure that he would have told her to reach for the stars, that Jesus promised that people could move mountains if they only believed.

Annie, it is surrender." Somehow Annie knew what he meant. Eric was about to die. Soon after, he fell into a coma. At half past nine that night, Eric Liddell "surrendered" and died.

If Irish or Italian culture dies in America it really isn't that big a deal. They will still exist in Italy and Ireland. Not so with us. There is no other place. North America is our old country.

I really don't know anything else because my brothers were famous when I was two years old. So I know nothing else, no other life.

We who work in fantasy today take the threads from all the story tellers of the past. From the ancient, many colored threads we work to weave a new cloth. If the landscape, the characters, and the creatures here call up the old tales told the beside the fire, when stories went from mouth to ear instead of page to eye then I have woven well and the dreamer continues to dream.

The distinguished dead are clay in the hands of writers, and chance determines the shapes that their characters assume in the books written about them.

Life to you, and everlasting glory.