Quotes About Legacy

I Woz 'ere! The most profound 3 words in language.

The future will one day be a distant memory

Always aim for the eternal. If you miss at least you'll land in the memorable

There as yet to be a revolution where those who served it have not eventually been eaten

When I look at myself in the mirror, I wonder where everything has gone. Even the things I used to remember with so much clarity now seem dimmer. What happens to memory when it vanishes? What happens to events when everyone who remembers them ceases to remember?

I have no fear that the candle lighted in Palestine years ago will ever be put out.

Like all of us in this storm between birth and death, I can wreak no great changes on the world, only small changes for the better, I hope, in the lives of those I love.

Science makes progress funeral by funeral: the old are never converted by the new doctrines, they simply are replaced by a new generation. —Max Planck

Was he a good father?" To their surprise, I shake my head and smile. "No," I reply candidly. "He wasn't a good father, but he was a good man." Where Dad came from, that meant a great deal more.

I wasn't the only one who wished he was around more.... The trade-off we had to be content with was that our dad was Dean Martin.

Dad's final will was written and signed eleven days before he died. The original will it replaced disappeared and has never been found....I can't imagine him wanting to make such radical changes a few days before he died. I don't believe for one minute that he truly understood what was going on.

His plaque reads, DEAN MARTIN, JUNE 7, 1917-DECEMBER 25, 1995, EVERYBODY LOVES SOMEBODY SOMETIME.

Because if we're on the road to hell, we're going to dance the whole damn way and give them something to talk about when we're gone.

The men stood back, chanting a song of one who would not be forgotten, of loved ones lost and returned to the earth, and of the land itself which does not die but is always born anew with each fall of the long rains. They chanted of life, which is short as a spear of summer grass or long as the heart of the Rift itself, and of the silent land that waits beyond.

Earnshaw is quite a famous name, thanks to Miss Brontë . I did not realise there were Earnshaws in this country." Mrs. Earnshaw gave a sharp nod. "Aye. And Heathcliffs and Eyres, as well. Proper little thieves, those Brontë girls.

Not me," Mary Alice said. "I'm being cremated and letting Akiko put my ashes in a nice urn. Maybe something from Pottery Barn. I can sit on the mantel and she can decorate me for holidays.

There were cycles in the life of a great house such as ours. When a lord is young, his family is boisterous and the house comes alive. But the wheel turns, as it must, and a quiet settles over the place as softly as a snowfall, muffling its gaiety as the lord ages and his family is flown. And then the wheel turns again and the house his handed over to the new lord and it stirs to life again, sheltering the family as it has so many before.

The Stihls were doers. They carved out a place and a name for themselves in America when you Brits were cutting the heads off your kings.

Egypt," Stoker pointed out acidly, "is not filthy. It was once the cradle of civilization. I would suggest you read a book, but I am not entirely certain of your ability to do so.

thought of my mother, the beautiful actress who had married in secret and borne a love child, only to have her sweet prince marry another—a woman of his own class who would fill his royal nursery with pedigreed babies while his firstborn grew up motherless.

Have I shocked you? Remember I was born in a different time, Miss Speedwell. Virginity is Queen Victoria's legacy. The rest of us are not quite so blinkered," she told me. "Take my advice and get rid of yours as fast as you can.

Prince Albert might have been dead for a quarter of a century, but the industry of death showed no sign of slowing.

He must have broken dozens of hearts in his day, for even now he reminded me of nothing so much as a magnificently grizzled old lion. He might be winding down, but life was not yet finished with him.

the tragic death of a famous lady mountaineer,