Quotes About Legacy

The Full Measure of a man is not to be found in the man himself, but in the colors and textures that come alive in others because of him.

The only thing of importance, when we depart, will be the traces of love we have left behind.

We can't rewalk the exact footprints we make in the stories of our lives but we'll hear again our footprints like the lullabies our parents sang us the moment our stories end Perhaps out of our footprints our children will nurse wiser lullabies

Podem rezar latim sobre o meu caixão, se quiserem. Se quiserem, podem dançar e cantar à roda dele. Não tenho preferências para quando já não puder ter preferências. O que for, quando for, é que será o que é.

Los mejores escritores tienen una única obra, que las escriben en veinticinco libros o lo que vos quieras, pero, es una sola obra.

If the book is second-hand, I leave all its markings intact, the spoor of previous readers, fellow-travellers who have recorded their passage by means of scribbled comments, a name on the fly-leaf, a bus ticket to mark a certain page.

Every reader exists to ensure for a certain book a modest immortality. Reading is, in this sense, a ritual of rebirth.

I like to imagine that, on the day after my last, my library and I will crumble together, so that even when I am no more I'll still be with my books.

Our ideals, laws and customs should be based on the proposition that each generation in turn becomes the custodian rather than the absolute owner of our resources - and each generation has the obligation to pass this inheritance on in the future.

There will be a time when we all get old, have kids, and all we do is work, so the only thing we are going to have are the memories we shared on the life we lived together.

Here halt, I pray you, make a little stay,O wayfarer, to read what I have writ,And know by my fate what thy fate shall be.What thou art now, wayfarer, world renowned,I was: what I am now, so shall thou be.The world's delight I followed with a heartUnsatisfied: ashes am I, and dust.

A Poem About Miracles Why don't the records go blank the instant the singer dies? Oh, I know there are explanations, but they don't convince me. I'm still surprised when I hear the dead singing. As for orchestras, I expect the instruments to fall silent one by one as the musicians succumb to cancer and heart disease so that toward the end I turn on a disc labelled Gotterdammerung and all that comes out is the sound of one sick old man scraping a shaky bow across an out-of-tune fiddle.

The richest values of wilderness lie not in the days of Daniel Boone, nor even in the present, but rather in the future.

We forest officers, who acquiesced in the extinguishment of the bear, knew a local rancher who had plowed up a dagger engraved with the name of one of Coronado´s captains. We spoke harshly of the Spaniards, who, in their zeal for gold and converts, had needlessly extinguished the native Indians. It did not occur to us that we, too, were the captains of an invasion too sure of its righteousness.

SOME PAINTINGS become famous because, being durable, they are viewed by successive generations, in each of which are likely to be found a few appreciative eyes. I know a painting so evanescent that it is seldom viewed at all, except by some wandering deer. It is a river who wields the brush, and it is the same river who, before I can bring my friends to view his work, erases it forever from human view. After that it exists only in the mind's eye.

I have read many definitions of what is a conservationist, and written not a few myself, but I suspect that the best one is written not with a pen, but with an axe. It is a matter of what a man thinks about while chopping, or while deciding what to chop. A conservationist is one who is humbly aware that with each stroke he is writing his signature on the face of his land.

Everything on this farm spells money in the bank. The farmstead abounds in fresh paint, steel, and concrete. A date on the barn commemorates the founding fathers. The roof bristles with lightning rods, the weathercock is proud with new gilt. Even the pigs look solvent.

Sons have always a rebellious wish to be disillusioned by that which charmed their fathers.

What with making their way and enjoying what they have won, heroes have no time to think. But the sons of heroes - ah, they have all the necessary leisure.

The people who have really made history are the martyrs.

ISABEL: Entonces ¿de verdad crees que el arte vale más que la vida? MAURICIO: Siempre. Mira esa jacarandá del jardín: hoy vale porque da flor y sombra, pero mañana, cuando se muera como mueren los árboles, en silencio y de pie, nadie volverá a acordarse de él. En cambio si lo hubiera pintado un gran artista, viviría eternamente.

Salga de ahí con las alegorías. Uno quiere ser inmortal y tratan de contentarlo con el recuerdo que dejará en los otros. Uno quiere volar y le hablan de pensamientos espirituales. Uno quiere conversar con los muertos y debe conformarse soñando con su abuelo.

Si nos espera el olvido, tratemos de no merecerlo.

Los sufrimientos familiares, como eslabones de una cadena, se repiten de generación en generación, hasta que un descendiente en este caso, quizas tu, se hace consciente y convierte su maldición en bendición.