Quotes About Legacy

She was mined for the children in her, one daughter, then another, a short seam, quick to clay, and not a single son to save them.

If you've never felt that you quite got a hold of it, you just feel that before you die, you've got to try and get it right once. And hope that the experience you have makes up for the some of the diminishing energy.

She kept to her bed only for the last two days, and did not stop conversing peaceably with everyone. Finally, no longer speaking, and already in the throes of agony, she made a big fart. 'Good,' she said, 'a woman who farts is not dead.' These were the last words she pronounced.

Llegará un día en el que alguien pronunciará por última vez nuestro nombre en el mundo. Es el instante de la muerte definitiva.

El olvido es el hijo consentido de la historia y el alero bajo el cual palpita la convivencia.

Lo que yo quiero, es ser admirado de los demás, elogiado de los demás [...]. Pero esta vida mediocre... ser olvidado cuando muera, eso sí que es horrible [...] sin embargo, algún día me moriré, y los trenes seguirán caminando, y la gente irá al teatro como siempre, y yo estaré muerto, bien muerto... muerto para toda la vida.

I am dying now, but I still have many things to say.

All names disappear. Children should be taught that in elementary school. But we're afraid to teach them.

I suppose all the movies I've seen will be worth nothing to me when I die. Wrong. They'll be worth something, believe me. Don't stop going to the movies.

Dust and literature have always gone hand in hand.

One day I'll die of cancer.

Todos tenemos algún antepasado imbécil. Todos, en algún momento de nuestras vidas, encontramos el rastro, las huellas vacilantes del más pelmazo de nuestros antepasados, y al mirar ese rostro huidizo nos damos cuenta, con estupor, con incredulidad, con horror, de que estamos contemplando nuestra propia cara que nos hace guiños y muecas amistosas desde el fondo de un pozo.

An individual is no match for history.

cuando todo el mundo civilizado desaparezca México seguirá existiendo, cuando el planeta se desvanezca o se desintegre, México seguirá siendo México

Nevertheless his work lived on, precariously, desperately (as he would have wished, perhaps), yet it lived on. A handful of young men read it, reinvented him, tried to become his followers, but how can you follow someone who is not moving, someone who is trying, with every appearance of success, to become invisible?

In any case, on the wall of Juan Stein's house, there hung a rather ornately framed portrait of Chernyakhovsky, and that, I dare say, incommensurably more important than the busts and the cities named after him and the countless Chernyakhovsky Streets, full of potholes, scattered through the Ukraine, Belorussia, Lithuania and Russia. I don't know why I've kept the photo, Stein said to us.

mis enemigos deben de creer que ya estoy criando malvas en el cementerio.

book on Archimboldi, a book that might be the grand Archimboldian opus, the pilot fish that would swim for a long time beside the great black shark of the German's oeuvre, or

Someday Neruda and Octavio Paz will shake hands. Sooner or later Paz will make room on Olympus for Neruda. But we will always be on the outside.

One never knows anything about one's father. A father ... is a passageway immersed in the deepest darkness, where we stumble blindly seeking a way out.

posterity was a vaudeville joke audible only to those with front-row seats...

Que me importa lo que hizo Maradona con su vida. Me importa lo que hizo con la mía.

The traditional homelands of the Taíno extend from the Caribbean islands to southern Florida. My family lineage is from Borikén (Puerto Rico) and I know that the loss of life people on the island suffered from Hurricane Maria was not simply the result of an extreme weather event. The casualties are also the result of the colonial legacy that includes racism and years of neglect.

Your age is not what walks in first; it's who you are, what you've done, and what you offer.