Quotes About Legacy

before i die i want to matter

and so the preacher talks about the tragedy of someone dying so young, of a life ended too soon, of possibilities never realized.

I was here too. VM.

Yang penting bukan apa yang kauambil, melainkan apa yang kautinggalkan.

Theodore FinchI was alive. I burned brightly. And then I died, but not really. Because someone like me cannot, will not, die like everyone else. I linger like the legends of the Blue Hole. I will always be here, in the offerings and people I left behind.

O que percebo agora é que o que importa não é o que a gente leva, mas o que a gente deixa.

The thing I realize is, that it's not what you take, it's what you leave.

Every single evening, for over fifty years, Sylvia has said Kaddish—the prayer for the dead. She prays for her little friends Hava and Itka. Then she prays for all the others—uncles, cousins, neighbors, and strangers—who perished in the war. Their voices were silenced years ago. Now Sylvia has spoken up to remember them, and to share her memories so that we will never forget.

And who would advocate for her? Who would arrange her doctor appointments and throw out rotting bananas as she drifted into old age? Who would keep her photos, her jewelry, her horrible shadowboxes full of undergraduate angst, her hummingbird paintings, or even her tango shoes? Who would care about all the random junk she accumulated over the years and the stories that had attached to them?

She realized children shouldn't be thought of as mere post-mortem media storage sites, but really, where on earth was she going to unload all her earthly crap if not upon someone biologically required to care?

Can you give to someone else what has been? That's the task of the poet.

it would be lovely if he and his wife would succeed in dying before the matter of inherited property was finally settled. Then the person giving the speech at the funeral would be able to say that until the very end they had been able to pursue what they loved: sailing. [p. 121]

This here is your inheritance, says the senior partner. Yes, he says, Ludwig, I know, and stows the plan for the bathing house (5.5m long, 3.8m wide, outer wall construction: wood, roof construction: thatch), stows both the plan and the mosquito in his briefcase. On a German shelf, this mosquito, pressed flat between large quantities of paper, will outlast time and times, and one day it might even be petrified, who knows.

One day all of this will be proof, proof that we were here, proof that we loved each other. It's the guarantee that no matter what happens to us in the future, this time was ours. When

This is our story.

One day all of this will be proof, proof that we were here, proof that we loved each other. It's the guarantee that no matter what happens to us in the future, this time was ours.

I will never forget tonight, not for as long as I live. One day, if I'm lucky, I'll tell some young girl all my stories, just like Stormy told me hers. And I'll get to live them again. When I'm old and gray, I will look back on this night, and I will remember it just as it was. Is. We're still here. It's not the future yet.

One day, if I'm lucky, I'll tell some young girl all my stories, just like Stormy told me hers. And I'll get to live them again.

But I don't want to be the And Peggy of my own story. I want to be the Hamilton.

I was thinking about her too. Even when she's not here, she's here. That girl has some kind of reach.

It's hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

I didn't want to make the same mistakes my parents made. I didn't want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.

to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

I don't want to be the And Peggy of my own story. I want to be the Hamilton.