Quotes About Legacy

We southerners worship our ancestors.

But that was New Orleans for you. The old didn't die here. They were just forgotten.

There was no magical key, no way to run or hide from my legacy. This was the life that had been given to me. What I made of it was up to me.

Bengali poem by Ram Mohun Roy which bears on the subject matter of this essay.* Roy explains what is really dreadful about death: Just consider how terrible the day of your death will be. Others will go on speaking, and you will not be able to argue back.

My father comes from a generation of film that actors my age don't even know about, which is really sad.

Your career has another five years, maybe, she says, if you're lucky. According to who? I ask. According to every actress who's come before you. So I turn my focus to every actress coming after me. I

After the great Impressionists, and again after Van Gogh and Gaugin, people said, 'Painting is now played out.' But Bonnard, Maurice Denis, Roussel and Vuillard appeared and gave them the lie. 'We were wrong,' said the croakers, 'but this at any rate is the end.' Yet to refute them, and to prove that there is no end to art, still another generation of painters sprang up.

Death is not the end. There remains the litigation over the estate.

And thou shalt in thy daughter see, This picture, once, resembled thee.

Old age is the verdict of life.

Some of us have great runways already built for us. If you have one, take off. But if you don't have one, realize it is your responsibility to grab a shovel and build one for yourself and for those who will follow after you.

We create history by our act and deeds.

A people without history is like wind on the buffalo grass.

We do not inherit the land, we borrow it from our children.

A good son makes a good husband.

Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.

By living exclusively for the present, we let ourselves be hemmed in by an ocean of death. Conversely, by reviving the past, we enlarge our living space.

Our ancestors are our children; we peer through a hole in the wall and watch them play in their rooms, and they can't see us.

Olan biten seni ÅŸa??rtmamal? Ä°syan. Kendi kendine kardeÅŸinin sana göre bir üstünlüÄŸü olduÄŸunu tekrar et. +Nas?l bir üstünlük ? -O ,eski bir direniÅŸçinin kardeÅŸi ; sense eski bir kaçakç?n?n.

Je porte dans mon prénom l'humanité naissante, mais j'appartiens à une humanité qui s'éteint, notera Adam dans son carnet deux jours avant le drame.

Ce serait même désolant pour un peuple, quel qu'il soit, que de vénérer son histoire plus que son avenir.

C'est en cet instant de gloire que le raïs prononça l'arrêt de mort de l'Égypte cosmopolite et libérale.

Nous, les âmes nomades, avons le culte des vestiges et du pèlerinage. Nous ne bâtissons rien de durable, mais nous laissons des traces. Et quelques bruits qui s'attardent.

À chaque époque, commente le moine Élias, il s'est trouvé parmi les gens de Kfaryabda un personnage fou, et lorsqu'il disparaissait, un autre était prêt à prendre sa place comme une braise sous la cendre pour que ce feu ne s'éteigne jamais. Sans doute la Providence a-t-elle besoin de ces pantins qu'elle agite de ses doigts pour déchirer les voiles que la sagesse des hommes a tissés.