Quotes About Legacy

M]y terror of forgetting is greater than my terror of having too much to remember. Let the accumulated facts about the past continue to multiply. ... So that those who need can find that this person did live, those events really took place, this interpretation is not the only one.

I recently came across this anonymous message on Facebook: "The rebirth of Israel didn't occur because of the Holocaust. The Holocaust occurred because there was no Israel.

We should never permit ourselves to do anything that we are not willing to see our children do.

One thing is certain, wherever we go there is a proof that the people are keeping the commandments of the Lord, especially the first one -- to multiply and replenish the earth.

Let my seed mingle with the seed of Cain, that brings the curse upon me, and upon my generations -- we will reap the same rewards with Cain.

Virtue alone has majesty in death.

Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.

I'm trying to think of the number of championship games that we were in and that I was in, and I honestly lose track. It was like, have I been in four or five? Was it before I got there in '87, had they been in three or four? I don't mean to be flippant at all. I'm literally not sure how many championship games --? I know how many we won, that's easy, but how many we lost, they are bitter.

My father used to tell me about how musicians don't have respect from people and he was afraid about my future.

My teacher, my great cello teacher Leonard Rose, was such a great cellist, and nurturing man, very patient. But I grew up not only admiring him, but obviously Casals, Rostrotovich, Jacqueline du Pre, and many others, including many of my peers and contemporaries.

We're not born creative or destructive. Each one of us has the ability to create or destroy, to leave the world better than we found it, or worse.

Your life is given to you by your parents. If you don't want to live, you have to ask them first.

Jiazhen ha avuto una bella morte, serena, dignitosa. Non si è lasciata nessun'ombra alle spalle; non come certe donne del villaggio, che anche dopo morte sono oggetto di chiacchiere." Questo vecchio che mi sedeva di fronte usava un tono nel parlare della moglie morta più di dieci anni prima che destava nel mio intimo un senso di ineffabile tenerezza, come un prato verde che vacilla nel vento, vedevo la quiete ondeggiare in un luogo remoto.

A fine giornata, la mia giacca di seta era sdrucita, le spalle erano intrise di sangue. Camminavo da solo verso casa, camminavo e piangevo, piangevo e camminavo. Pensavo: ho trasportato quelle monete per un giorno solo e già mi sento a pezzi, chissà quanti tra i miei antenati si sono ammazzati di fatica, per guadagnare quel denaro. Solo allora compresi perché mio padre avesse voluto a tutti i costi monetine di rame e non pezzi d'argento: voleva che capissi com'è duro far soldi.

There are people who had wanted to live longer but could not. My aunt had always been considerate to others. Both my father and I want to convey what she cherished.

He had never looked forward to the wisdom and other vaunted benefits of old age. Would he be able to die young—and if possible free of all pain? A graceful death—as a richly patterned kimono, thrown carelessly across a polished table, slides unobtrusively down into the darkness of the floor beneath. A death marked by elegance.

I want to make a poem of my life.

In the pale light of daybreak the gravestones looked like so many white sails that would never again be filled with wind, sails that, too long unused and heavily drooping, had been turned into stone just as they were. The boats' anchors had been thrust so deeply into the dark earth that they could never again be raised.

Man does not live simply in order to die.

Il governo dell'Imperatore fu tinto di due colori: rosso sangue fino al termine della guerra, e dopo iniziò l'epoca del languido grigio cenere. L'Impero fu inonandato di sangue dal giorno in cui Sua Maestà abbandonò alla loro sorte i nostri fratelli maggiori, e si ricoprì di vana cenere il giorno in cui dichiarò la sua umanità, il giorno in cui definì tutto ciò che era accaduto "una concezione immaginaria

A work of art is by no means the property of its creator.

Oamenii din "?inutul Rodiei" sunt foarte înÈ›elepÈ›i; È™tiu c? exist? doar dou? roluri pentru fiinÈ›ele din aceast? lume: cei care È›in minte È™i cei care sunt È›inuÈ›i minte.