Quotes About Legacy

But Laila knew that her future was no match for her brothers' past. They had overshadowed her in life. They would obliterate her in death.

Ben presto si sarebbe ritrovato adulto. E allora non ci sarebbe stato modo di tornare indietro, perché l'essere adulto era qualcosa di simile a ciò che suo padre una volta aveva detto a proposito dell'essere un eroe di guerra. Quando si diventa eroe, si muore eroe.

nereye giderseniz gidin ülkeniz peÅŸinizden gelir.

Laila lay there and listened, wishing Mammy would notice that she, Laila, hadn't become shaheed, that she was alive, here, in bed with her, that she had hopes and a future. But Laila knew that her future was no match for her brothers' past. They had overshadowed her in life. They would obliterate her in death. Mammy was now the curator of their lives' museum and she, Laila, a mere visitor. A receptacle for their myths. The parchment on which Mammy meant to ink their legends

But Laila knew that her future was no match for her brothers' past. They had overshadowed her in life. They would obliterate her in death. Mammy was now the curator of their lives' museum and she, Laila, a mere visitor. A receptacle for their myths. The parchment on which Mammy meant to ink their legends.

My eyes returned to our suitcases. They made me sad for Baba. After everything he'd built, planned, fought for, fretted over, dreamed of, this was the summation of his life: one disappointing son and two suitcases. Someone

ya no pensó en lamentarse, sino que se sintió invadida por una sensación de paz completa. Recordó las circunstancias de su nacimiento, como hija harami de una vulgar aldeana... Sin embargo abandonaba este mundo como una mujer que había amado y había sido correspondida. Lo abandonaba como amiga, compañera y protectora. Como madre... era el fin legitimo para una vida de origen ilegitimo...

Anak-anak harus mengetahui kehebatan ayah mereka.

Dying can be quite the career move for a young poet.

There are women locked in my womb forever, the memory of their birth. All I can do now is liberate the fruit of their wombs. And it may be too late.

She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.

He had handed his daughter to Caroline Gill and that act had led him here, years later, to this girl in motion of her own, this girl who had decided yes, a brief moment of release in the back of a car, in the room of a silent house, this girl who had stood up later, adjusting her clothes, with now knowledge of how that moment was already shaping her life.

They can learn- they must learn- to appreciate the history of their good fortune through the experiences of those who not only witnessed history, but made it.

Why did she [Madame Curie] seek to tame this mystery, which in the hands of others turned a multitude to ashes? Her work exploded with the violence of a thousand suns, but I must tell her that it was not her fault, the way they twisted her creation, tampered with her dreams. I will tell her. They said she was inhuman, heartless, but it is not so. She is here now. Weeping, she awaits me, She is carrying balm for our hands. [p, 56]

For if the worst had already happened to them in the eyes of the world, then surely, surely, it was the worst that they left behind them now.

Water moves forever in a circle; someday, little ones, your grandchildren may even drink your tears

You are your father's daughter,' he said, the skin around his eyes tightening. 'Trent is his father's son. Apart, you are annoying. Together...you have the potential to be a problem.

No, she said firmly. I want you to stay when I go. Break tradition again, my love, and burn me alone in the home we built. I don't want you with me. You aren't done. You see too far ahead. You need to make the world in your thoughts a real one that our children can fly in. - Matalina to Jenks

But they're dying. The church, I mean," she added as I met her eyes. "No new members. It's sad, really. The

We don't forget, Rachel, and it's not as if it was our ancestors who were betrayed. It was us.

Travel this country and you move through more than geography; you move through time.

We are here to inscribe ourselves on the universe, and it is not inappropriate to remind ourselves of this when blank slates are given us.

The dead hand of the past clutches us by way of living people who are too frightened to accept change.

This is what the human story is, not the emperors and the generals and their wars, but the nameless actions of people who are never written down, the good they do for others passed on like a blessing, just doing for strangers what your mother did for you, or not doing what she always spoke against. And all that carries forward and makes us what we are.