Quotes About Legacy

Spotted Fawn left a legacy as well. She taught me, and many others, that it's not enough to plan and execute a project intellectually. If a project is to grow and prosper, it needs to be rooted in the spirit, in the body, in the community, as well as in the mind. And in her final months of life, Spotted Fawn bore her adversity with dignity and good humor. She was neither a whiner nor a complainer.

The tragedy of a life that is never fully lived is not simply the loss of that one life. The tragedy is the endless number of lives that would have been forever changed if we had chosen to live differently.

But if you choose the way of the warrior, living a life of service, it will demand of you the best you have. You may not need to be great, but the world needs your greatness. Whatever God has placed within you that could ever be described as great was never meant for you, anyway. It's a stewardship that has been given to you. Greatness never belongs to the one who carries it; it belongs to the world that needs it.

Our citizenship is in eternity; history is our temporary residence.

Though we may create many beautiful works of art, the most important works of art to which we will ever give ourselves are the lives we live.

There is only a good fight and a good death for the one whose life is given to the noble.

I have already decided to die with my sword in hand.

Cuando llegues al final de tu vida, ¿podrás decir: "Di todo lo que tenía", o tendrás un sentimiento hueco dentro de tu alma de que te rendiste demasiado pronto, esperaste demasiado poco, que no golpeaste la última flecha?

This journey is about ensuring that when we come to the end of our lives, we will arrive at our final moments with no regret.

Im Osten, Westen und Süden liegen die letzten Ruhestätten jener deutschen Soldaten, die für Heimat und Land den Weg der Pflicht bis zum bitteren Ende beschritten haben. Sie sind eine ständige Mahnung an unsere Zurückgebliebenen und unsere zukünftigen Generationen, dass wir sie nicht im Stich lassen dürfen, wenn es darum geht, Opfer für Deutschland zu bringen.

Las viejas costumbres mueren despacio

Isten nem azért van, mondja nagymama, hogy könnyítsen a halálon. Hogy az könnyebb legyen. Hanem hogy legyen értelme. És akkor van értelme, ha az Å' halálának is van értelme.

Hundreds would die, but not the thing they died for.

We no longer get work out of our children; today we get meaning.

Erotic intimacy invites us into a state of unboundedness where we experience a sweet freedom. We get a temporary break from ourselves—the legacies of our childhood, the habits of our relationship, and the constraints of our respective cultures.

Cochise : – We have fought long and as best we could against you. We have killed ten White Eyes for every Apache, but when one white man dies, many take his place. When one Apache dies, there is no one to take his place. We were no longer Indah , the living . We were now Indeh ... the dead .

When my mother would tell me that she wanted me to have something because she as a child had never had it, I wanted, or I partly wanted, to give it back. All my life I continued to feel that bliss for me would have to imply my mother's deprivation or sacrifice. I don't think it would have occurred to her what a double emotion I felt, and indeed I know that it was being unfair to her, for what she said was simply the truth.

Even if you have kept silent for the sake of the dead, you cannot rest in your silence, as the dead rest.

My Best Bread, written out twenty or thirty years ago in her mother's strict, pointed hand, giving everything but the steps of the procedure. (A cook is not exactly a fool.)

She (my mother) could still recite them (the poems) in full when she was lying helpless and nearly blind, in her bed, an old lady. Reciting, her voice took on resonance and firmness, it rang with the old fervor, with ferocity even. She was teaching me one more, almost her last, lesson: emotions do not grow old. I knew that I would feel as she did, and I do.

If cats could write history, their history would be mostly about cats.

On my solemn oath, Edmund, I'd gladly face not having an acre of land to call my own, nor a penny in the bank, I'd be willing to have no home but the poorhouse in my old age, if I could look back now on having been the fine artist I might have been.

No creáis nunca que los opulentos son dichosos hasta no llegar su última hora.

Life's funny...You only get one and you don't want to throw it away. But you can't really live it at all unless you're willing to give it up for the things you love. If you're not at least willing to die for something—something that really matters—in the end you die for nothing.