Quotes About Legacy

I wish I was in print. It will be odd a year or so from now when Scottie assures her friends I was an author and finds that no book is procurable.

He had mourned each of those great trains as, one by one, they were pulled off the lines and left to rust in some yard, like old aristocrats, fading away; antique relics of times gone by.

In her opinion, Alexander Graham Bell and Clarence Birdseye are the two greatest Americans that ever lived excluding Robert E. Lee. She believes we never lost the War Between the States, that General Lee thought General Grant was the butler and just naturally handed him his sword.

A person lives for years, touches so many people, and then at the end winds up just a small picture and a few paragraphs in the paper, the paper gets thrown away, and it's all over.

Remember, Sookie, nothing says more about a family than good silver and real pearls. The rest is just fluff.

When someone old dies, it is even sadder. First you notice that the paper doesn't come anymore, then gradually the lights are turned out, the gas turned off, the house gets locked up, and the yard is no longer kept up, then it goes on the market and new people come in and change everything. Elner

Glimpses of World History

Lenin is supposed to have once said

warriors and statesmen who survived believed that they had a duty to create a world that did not lapse back into nihilistic competition.

Pronto se dirá de vosotros lo que suele ahora decirse de nosotros, murieron!!

Algún día no muy lejano pocos recordarán lo que pasó. — No te hagas mala sangre. Es ley de vida. Al final, siempre gana el olvido.

Tratas de transmitirle a tu hijo unos valores, unas convicciones, y luego compruebas que cuanto le dices no le interesa nada, que está a otra cosa y que, en consecuencia, todo aquello en lo que creías morirá contigo o incluso antes que tú.

No hay mayor fatuidad que creerse inmortal en la memoria frágil de los hombres. Gloria al olvido, que siempre triunfa.

Se depois de eu morrer, quiserem escrever a minha biografia, não há nada mais simples. Têm só duas datas: a da minha nascença e a da minha morte. Entre uma e outra coisa, todos os dias são meus

Tomorrow I too - this feeling and thinking soul, the universe I am to myself - yes, tomorrow I too will be someone who no longer walks the streets, someone others will evoke with a vague: 'I wonder what's become of him?' And everything I do, everything I feel, everything I experience, will be just one less passer-by on the daily streets of some city or other.

I go forward slowly, dead, and my vision is no longer mine, it's nothing: it's only the vision of the human animal who, without wanting, inherited Greek culture, Roman order, Christian morality, and all the other illusions that constitute the civilization in which I feel. Where can the living be?

Si después de morir , quieres escribir mi biografía No hay nada más sencillo. Tiene sólo dos fechas : la de mi nacimiento y la de mi muerte. Entre una y otra todos los días son míos.

Três vezes do leme as mãos ergueu, Três vezes ao leme as reprendeu, E disse no fim de tremer três vezes: «Aqui ao leme sou mais do que eu: Sou um Povo que quer o que é teu; E mais que o mostrengo, que me a alma teme E roda nas trevas do fim do mundo, Manda a vontade, que me ata ao leme, De El-rei D. João Segundo!»

Mankind is a postponed corpse that breeds.

It sometimes occurs to me, with sad delight, that if one day (in a future I won't be part of) the sentences I write are read and admired, then at last I'll have my own kin, people who 'understand' me, my true family in which to be born and loved. But far from being born into it, I'll have already died long ago. I'll be understood only in effigy, when affection can no longer compensate for the indifference that was the dead man's lot in life.

On the other side sit we — the errand boy from around the corner, the unruly playwright William Shakespeare, the barber who tells stories, the schoolmaster John Milton, the shop assistant, the vagabond Dante Alighieri, those whom death either forgets or consecrates and whom life forgot and never consecrated.

Nuestros padres destruyeron alegremente porque vivían en una época que todavía tenía reflejos de la solidez del pasado. Era aquello mismo que destruían lo que prestaba fuerza a la sociedad para que pudiesen destruir sin sentir agrietarse al edificio. Nosotros heredamos la destrucción y sus resultados.

Because men learn only what would be of use to their great-grandparents. The right way to live is something we can teach only the dead.

Domani anch'io - l'anima che sente e pensa, l'universo che io sono per me stesso - si, domani anch'io sarò soltanto uno che ha smesso di passare in queste strade, uno che altri evocheranno vagamente con un che ne sarà stato di lui?. E tutto quanto ora faccio, quanto ora sento e vivo non sarà niente di più che un passante in meno nella quotidianità delle strade di qualsiasi città.