Quotes About Legacy

A hundred years for now? All new people.

Now,' [her father] barked. She stiffly followed, still fully dressed in the elaborate navy-and-white gown she had worn all evening. It was hard not to feel as if the bare walls and surfaces she passed had been bled, leeched, into the cloth encasing her. Stripped paint and sacrificed heirlooms clinging to her, demanding she make everything right once more.

Old family motto: "The best revenge is revenge.

Stephen King in many respects is a wonderful writer. He has made a contribution. People in the future will be able to pick up Stephen King's books and learn a lot about who we were by reading those books.

It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

The trouble with dying," she'd told Jeannie once, "is that you don't get to see how everything turns out. You won't know the ending.

There were so many Jacks she had known, and he had known so many Hazels. And maybe she wasn't going to be able to know all the Jacks that there would be. But all the Hazels that ever would be would have Jack in them, somewhere.

Inherited wealth is a real handicap to happiness," he said. "It is as certain death to ambition as cocaine is to morality.

N?ra nieko labiau slegian?io už palikim?, kai m?gini pakilti savo sparnais: tai blogiau negu virv? korimuisi.

Sometimes I wonder why I write down all these memories. Would I want to give them to strangers to read?

Here on earth, discover what you are, what your existence is, and how swiftly flees your span of life from time to eternity. For after you are gone, your deeds will speak louder than when you lived.

People want the individuals from the past they admire to be "right" on the question of race—no matter how wrong they actually were—so that admiring such people poses no problem. The difficulty is that not many European-Americans in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries were what we would consider to be "right" on the question of race, which, at a minimum, requires believing in the equal humanity of African Americans.

Origin stories matter, for individuals, groups of people, and for nations. They inform our sense of self; telling us what kind of people we believe we are, what kind of nation we believe in. They usually carry, at least, a hope that where we started might hold the key to where we are in the present. We can say, then, that much of the concern with origin stories is about our current needs and desires (usually to feel good about ourselves), not actual history.

Land lasts longer than blood or love. It is not like a river.

Sammy La Barba

quoting an August 2005 speech by then president George W. Bush justifying staying the course in Iraq by saying, "We owe [the two thousand soldiers who had already died] something. We will finish the task that they gave their lives for."); Van Putten, Zeelenberg, and Van Dijk, "Who Throws Good Money after Bad?," 2010, 33 ("one of the most important reasons to continue the way in Iraq was to prevent acknowledging that soldiers who fell in battle died in vain").

Quand je lis Proust ou Mauriac, je ne crois pas qu'ils évoquent le temps où mon père était enfant. Son cadre à lui c'est le Moyen Âge.

Todas as imagens irão desaparecer. (...) Vão desperecer todas de uma só vez como aconteceu com milhares de imagens situadas atrás dos rostos dos avós mortos há meio século, dos pais também eles já mortos. (...) Subitamente, desaparecerão milhares de palavras que serviram para nomear as coisa, os rostos das pessoas, as ações e os sentimentos, para pôr ordem no mundo, para fazer bater o coração e humedecer o sexo.

Sentiment d'être composée de multiples morceaux de femmes; il y a en moi de la Dalida, Yourcenar, Beauvoir, Colette, etc... même Sand.

J'ai toujours voulu écrire comme si je devais être absente à la parution du texte. Écrire comme si je devais mourir, qu'il n'y ait plus de juges.

Todo se borrará en un segundo. El diccionario acumulado de la cuna hasta el lecho de muerte se eliminará. Llegará el silencio y no habrá palabras para decirlo. De la boca abierta no saldrá nada. Ni yo ni mí. La lengua seguirá poniendo el mundo en palabras. En las conversaciones en torno a una mesa familiar seremos tan solo un nombre, cada vez más sin rostro, hasta desaparecer en la masa anónima de una generación remota.

Sí… Nos olvidarán. ¡Ese es nuestro sino, contra el que nada se puede!… ¡Lo que ahora nos parece serio, significativo, de gran importancia…, llegará el día en que lo olvidemos o se nos antoje poco importante!…

J'ai toujours voulu écrire comme si je devais être absente à la parution du texte. Écrire comme si je devais mourir, qu'il n'y ait plus de juges.