Quotes About Legacy

Remember and care for me sometimes, and scatter a fragrant flower in this wilderness life of mine by writing me.

You left me, sweet, two legacies,— A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had he the offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me. —Emily Dickinson

You left me, sweet, two legacies, A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.

I talk every day to people who smile through tears in describing their lost loved ones, their own lives building on the foundations of those who are no longer here.     My grandfather has been lonely since my grandmother's death, of course. In some ways he is waiting quietly for his own, hoping that it will be, as he often points out, as good an

Really, thought Lib, who ever died exultingly? Whatever fool penned that phrase had never sat by a bed with his ears pricked for the last rasp.) Aged

We spend most of our lives holding on to objects, he thought, and finally they fall from our cold dead hands and those who tidy up after us have to worry of what to do with all this stuff.

it was always that way with the dead; they slid away before we knew enough to ask them the right questions. All we could do was remember them, as much as we could remember them, whether it was accurate or not.

They used to draw a skull at the bottom of a tankard, so when you'd drained it you'd be reminded you were going to die someday.

We, who pay dearly for every breath of pure, fresh air, must guard against the tendency to fetter the future. If we succeed in clearing the soil from the rubbish of the past and present, we will leave to posterity the greatest and safest heritage of all ages.

The trouble with death is that there is no next.

Artemis Fowl will never be secondary. I thought you were Artemis Fowl the Second? said Holly.

If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose then I'm mad. That's the way history is written

That will be her undoing, gasped Artemis, already suffering under the weight of the flak jacket. Artemis Fowl will never be secondary . I thought you were Artemis Fowl the Second? said Holly.

Si gano, soy un genio. Si pierdo, estoy loco. Así es como se escribe la historia.

Hogwarts, it is not, thought the Doctor, realising that no one would appreciate this reference for almost a century.

Artemis Fowl had devised a plan to restore his family's fortune. A plan that could topple civilizations and plunge the planet into a cross-species war. He was twelve years old at the time…

And suddenly I was afraid. My father, the man whose shoes I had been trying to fill for two years, was awake. Would he still live up to my expectations? Would I live up to his?

The humans were protecting their heritage, or so they thought. Strange that Mud People seemed more concerned about the past than the present.

he was a chip off the old block. They were wrong. Master Artemis

Saving a species would give me a certain satisfaction, and no child has ever won the prize before, not even the great Artemis Fowl.

Be careful to leave your sons well instructed rather than rich, for the hopes of the instructed are better than the wealth of the ignorant.

Be careful to leave your sons [and daughters] well instructed rather than rich, for the hopes of the instructed are better than the wealth of the ignorant. [in brackets: though I have only sons, I am--of course--someone's daughter]

You must realize that death and illness are bound to overtake us whatever it is we're doing. They overtake the farmer at the plough, the sailor at the helm; [6] what do you want to be doing when they come upon you? Because you have to be doing something when you go; and if you can find anything better than this to be doing, then do it by all means.

Continually remind yourself that you are a mortal being, and someday will die. This will inspire you not to waste precious time in fruitless activities, like stewing over grievances and striving after possessions.