Quotes About Legacy

What was life has crumbled. What was form, now falls away. Mortal chains unbind and the soul s free. May you find your way to the ancestors. May you find your path to the gods. May your bravery and courage be remembers in song and story, May your parents be proud, and ma our children carry your birthright. Sleep, and wander no more.

I wonder what the retirement age is in the novel business. The day you die.

They still talk about the night that Augie Pabst, a fresh-faced heir to the brewing fortune, drove a rented Falcon into the swimming pool of the Mark Thomas Inn in Monterey, California. His reviews were so good that he repeated the act at a Howard Johnson's outside Denver.

Yoga answers a lot of physical problems such as back pain, stress issues, and any kind of joint problems or illnesses. Even more important is the spiritual questioning that comes up around our middle years. We wonder what do I want to hand down to my children, and how do I want to spend my days on this earth? I think yoga begins to help us look at what our passions and our dreams are. And it helps give us the courage once we find passion to actually pursue that!

As the years go by, my life keeps filling up with names like abandoned cemeteries or like an empty history class or a telephone book in a foreign city. And death is when someone behind you keeps calling and calling and you no longer turn around to see who.

I'm made from remnants of flesh and blood And leftovers of philosophies.

My father built over me a worry big as a shipyard and I left it once, before I was finished, and he remained there with his big, empty worry.

Kabbalah profoundly influenced the greatest thinkers of history, including Abraham, Moses, Jesus, Mohammed, Pythagoras, Plato, Newton, Leibniz, Shakespeare, and Jung.

Lo que hemos hecho por nosotros mismos muere con nosotros; lo que hemos hecho por los demás y por el mundo permanece y es inmortal".

he became very rich and prosperous, and was henceforth known as My Lord Bag of Rice.

A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote.

In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight. Not people die but worlds die in them.

Was it not I who populated with them all these pages—just recently no more than white rectangular deserts? Without me, would they ever be seen by those whom I shall lead behind me along the narrow paths of lines?

When a people does not honour its past, it lives in a present of little substance and faces a future clouded in doubt.

Our masters say that real arts never die. Real arts are about remembrance.

There is a difference between being remembered and being caught by the mesh of one's mind.

But how do you speak to a granddaughter in her dead mother's stead? Can the responsibility to the dead ever be replaced by the responsibility to the living?

balance of the social energy, one said, and the other nodded and added that, indeed, to climb up in this country, you'd have to use someone else as a stepping stone. Neither bothered to take up his own past, as both understood that to be safe and sound in their age, they had had their share of bodies underneath their feet to keep them afloat, and those stories were no longer relevant, their shame and guilt absolved by old age.

It is difficult for anyone to watch someone close suffer. The grief comes from not understanding the pain, and from knowing that suffering, even when it ends, will live on as memory. A child does not, and should not, understand her parents' memories, yet this incomprehension does not offer exemption. The child in every one of us carries the burden of memory's melodrama, not only our own, but those before our time.

The daughter who had escaped the sad fate envisioned by her mother had become a mother herself, and was now horrified that the ghost of her mother's fear had decided to make its home in her own heart.

In ancient tales she could have been one of those divine creatures who borrow their mothers' wombs to enter the mortal world and make a name for themselves, as a heroine or a devil, depending on the intention of the heavenly powers.

Boy, Whitey, I hope I never see my name up there. To Whitey Ford during scoreboard tribute on opening day to recently deceased Yankees.

You have to understand the purpose of life, the purpose of life is to do something which will live forever.

What the Beatles did was something incredible, it was more than what a band could do. We have to give them respect.