Quotes About Legacy

Fingerprints of the Gods

We are constantly being surprised that people did things well before we were born.

After an author has been dead for some time, it becomes increasingly difficult for his publishers to get a new book out of him each year.

Norman Bates will never die...

Everything in this business makes sense, because it serves a real purpose, fills a need that's a part of living. Even a single nail, like this one, fulfills a function. Drive it into a crucial place and you can depend on it to do a job, keep on doing it for a hundred years to come. Long after we're dead and gone, both of us.

Not needlessly to confound the herald with the historian, and begin a relation by a pedigree, I shall content myself to inform you [only gives, thankfully, his mother and father].

To become a grandparent is to enjoy one of the few pleasures in life for which the consequences have already been paid.

What is the fire in our belly but the eternal flame of a thousand ancestors.

In this, the late afternoon of my life, I wonder: am I casting a longer shadow or is my shadow casting a shorter me?

Life is a series of family photos in which you keep moving to the rear until finally you're a portrait in the background.

Life is a brief opportunity to do something prehumously.

Life is a series of family photos in which eventually you stop showing up.

I wish to die knowing that I took a fleeting instant of eternity and fashioned from it a lifetime.

Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.

Parenthood is the passing of a baton, followed by a lifelong disagreement as to who dropped it.

When I am gone, my love, do not look for me in the places we used to go to together. Look for me in the places we always planned to go to together.

I would love to go back and travel the road not taken, if I knew at the end of it I'd find the same set of grandkids.

When you die, your culture takes you in, and then, if you've given enough, your place is near the centre.

So, take, and use thy work: Amend what flaws may lurk, What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim! My times be in thy hand! Perfect the cup as planned! Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same!

Therefore I summon ageTo grant youth's heritage.

We that had loved him so, followed him, honored him,Lived in his mild and magnificent eye,Learned his great language, caught his clear accents,Made him our pattern to live and to die!

Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us,Burns, Shelley, were with us—they watch from their graves!

I light my candle from their torches.

I say, why start from nothing if you can start with everything? We've already got a civilization.' 'No. We haven't. We're just living on the edge of someone else's, like fleas on a dog's back. If the dog drowns, the fleas drown, too.