Quotes About Legacy

A man is only as rich as the number of children he fathers. After all, what else do we leave behind in this world, Doctor?

in my day, molay, a girl couldn't dream like that. But you, my namesake, you can be a doctor, or lawyer, or journalist—anything you imagine. We lit that lamp to light your path.

They regret the bitterness they'll leave in people's hearts. They realize that no money, no church service, no eulogy, no funeral procession no matter how elaborate, can remove the legacy of a mean spirit.

The valley below, the rock underfoot, and the mountain before him will outlast him. On the scale of this land, he is nothing; words like "shame" and "guilt" mean little here; and a reputation is no more than a fleeting blue flame, an evanescent spirit in a brandy glass.

Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives.

Offspring were a joy or a shame, but still the crown of their elders, nature's unpredictable creatures.

There are so many people who've come before us, arrows and wagon wheels, obsidian tools, buffalo. Look out at the meadow, you can almost see them, generations dissolved in the bluegrass and hay. I want to try and be terrific. Even for an hour.

No one wants to be remembered for their death, or rather, I don't. So why do I remember hers and remember hers? I

Don't think about Laika in orbit. Don't think about cringe and catastrophe.

Everything that now exists, no matter how great and good it is, lasts for a time, fulfills a purpose, and then passes on. And so it will be with all the works of art that now exist; an eternal veil of forgetfulness will lie over them, just as there is now over those things that came before.

In the old pieces of furniture almost as in the old paintings, dwells the charm of the past, of the faded which becomes stronger in a man when he reaches an advanced age.

Ultimately, the problem we face is confronting a twenty-third-century dilemma armed only with a thirteenth-century mind. Our project of civilization has been successful on scales we could not have imagined when we began it ten millennia ago. But with that success has come consequences that will last for centuries.

We live among the dead until we join them,

It's easy to make too much of fathers, I want to say. A

We're not individuals. We're haunted by the living as well as the dead.

Imagine me gone, imagine it's just the two of you. What do you do?

Kind of gay? I wanted to say. Do you have any notion how many homosexuals sweated their ass off on the dance floor to make this soaring bit of derivative trash possible? How many died of AIDS, OD'd, or went broke on the way to that girl from Texas cutting a deal...

There is a talk that every father has with his son in which he brings the child to understand that there are ways we must act, things we must say, but inside, we are still us, we are family.

In this way, you'll live forever.

With a baby, I'd have something to show for all this. I'd have a reason. At the least, I'd have something to leave behind.

A name isn't a person,' Ga said. 'Don't ever remember someone by their name. To keep someone alive, you put them inside you, you put their face on your heart. Then, no matter where you are, they're always with you because they're a part of you.

A name isn't a person," Ga said. "Don't ever remember someone by their name. To keep someone alive, you put them inside you, you put their face on your heart. Then, no matter where you are, they're always with you because they're a part of you." He put his hands on their shoulders. "It's you that matter, not your names. It's the two of you I'll never forget.

Je?li, ?a?uj?c ?mierci dobrego dziedzica, Lud zakupion? ?wiec? stawia mu na grobie, W cieniach wieczno?ci ja?niej b?yszczy si? ta ?wiéca Ni? tysi?c lamp w niech?tnej palonych ?a?obie.

Z matki obcej; krew jego dawne bohatery, A imi? jego b?dzie czterdzie?ci i cztery.