Quotes About Legacy

He (Joe Strummer) was one of the great English rock stars, bold and influential beyond reckoning. We could do with another one like him, right now.

You against the world … Bet on the World. The world is never going to change for you. Unless you are a world-historic figure. Well, are you?

Imagine the life of the last human. Someone was the last Neanderthal. One day, Homo sapien's time will come too. Someone will be the last of our species. What a strange fate that is. They won't have anyone to tell their tale to

The Revolution eats its own. That's the law. And the greatest heroes die with it. They always know their fate when they begin. That's their true heroism.

Seniors in turn don't benefit from our ability to help them with their end-of-life tasks. They become developmental orphans, and their search for legacy, which must be helped along by caring younger adults, doesn't take place.

When we start to realize that we're not going to be here forever, we become aware that it's not clear what it meant to be here at all.

propel them backward, not forward, to reflect on what their lives have meant—to themselves, their loved ones, and the world at large.

So you're saying that having kids is what it's all about and once you've had them you start waiting to die?

Be life long or short, its completeness depends on what it was lived for.

Be a life long or short, its completeness depends on what it was lived for.

Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan - a Mount Rushmore of incompetence.

When Hercule Poirot died on that late November afternoon in 2012, a part of me died with him.

Savremen ?ovek hoda po licu Zemlje i ostavlja pustinju u otiscima svojih stopala.

That little Kennedy... he thought he was a god.

In the history of the AIDS epidemic, President Reagan's legacy is one of silence,

History suggests that a cult graduates into a church if it outlives its founders.

How could anyone be"Cary Grant"? But how can anyone, ever after, not consider the attempt?

This book is meant to tell the story of Indian lives, and Indian histories, in such a way as to render those histories and those lives as something much more, much greater and grander, than a catalog of pain.

I feel that I owe my life to them and I set out to write a book that reflects this, reflects the debt I owe them, and does them honor.

Perhaps no other aspect of Indian education during the sixty years of the boarding school era is more tragic than the fact that the school grounds at Carlisle and Haskell and all the other schools included graveyards

look backward for answers to future problems may be left behind.

It must be admitted, truth compels me to admit, even here in the presence of the monument we have erected to his memory, Abraham Lincoln was not . . . either our man or our model. In his interests, in his associations, in his habits of thought, and in his prejudices, he was a white man.

Do those we remember remember us?

grandmother is a fearsome character.