Quotes About Legacy

A hero is, in the words of Joseph Campbell, "someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself."2

An old man's errors mattered both more and less than a young man's. More because there was less time to undo them; less because there was less time to endure their consequences. You coulda done plenty, Joey. I never gave you a chance.

An old man's errors mattered both more and less than a young man's. More because there was less time to undo them; less because there was less time to endure their consequences.

I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me; had they duly consider'd how much depended upon what they were then doing;

No sé, dijo mi padre respondiendo con cierta morosidad a fin de que su comentario sonara completamente desapasionado,—no sé, dijo, qué otra cosa nos queda para cedérsela en lugar del derecho a decidir quién habrá de traer nuestros hijos al mundo,——a excepción del derecho a decidir—quién habrá de engendrarlos.—

When I was a real girl, my mother fed me her glass dreams one spoonful at a time. Harvard. Yale. Princeton. Duke. Undergrad. Med school. Internship, residency, God. She'd brush my hair and braid it with long words, weaving the Latin roots and Greek branches into my head so memorizing anatomy would come easy.

I would be lucky to get an invitation to my own funeral, with my reputation.

A wide valley of the dead spread out below me, hundreds of them gently tucked into the ground in neat rows, their whispers frozen into the stones above them: I am here. I was here. Remember me. Remember.

The dead have a claim on us even heavier than that of the living, for they cannot hear our explanations, and we cannot ask their forgiveness.

The moving finger writes, and having writ Moves on. Nor all your piety and wit Can call it back to cancel half a line Nor all your tears wash out a word of it.

In June of 1955 I graduated from Bennett High School in Buffalo, New York. The school was named after one Lewis J. Bennett, and you now know as much about the man as I ever did. Having one's name on something enduring—a school, a bridge, a building—is thought to provide immortality of a sort, but if that's immortality, well, I'm with

The book probably owes a little to The Tooth and the Nail, by Bill S. Ballinger, a fine writer who's pretty much forgotten these

Não há múmias, pedaços de tecido colados ao osso, medas de sal ou cadáveres que jamais estivessem nem metade dos mortos que estamos hoje.

There is nothing more sad or glorious than generations changing hands.

Today is a sad day in Country music. We have lost another piece of history. George Jones was not only a good singer, but was a good friend. He will be missed by many.

SAD, BUT ONE DAY OUR KIDS WILL HAVE TO VISIT MUSEUMS TO SEE WHAT A LADY LOOKS LIKE.

The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.

I believe that if I should die, and you were to walk near my grave, from the very depths of the earth I would hear your footsteps.

Grieve not that I die young. Is it not well to pass away ere life hath lost its brightness?

I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.

See the wild Waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples spread! The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!

It's quite sad to see how many people I've known over that years that just die off, you know like wilted flowers. Well, there's something to be said for flowers in the dustbin.

I would never have become music director of the Chicago Symphony, which would have been an extremely sad loss.

It's sad when you see somebody that talented that passes away and doesn't have to.