Quotes About Legacy

left his great-grandfather to face the hot barren desert. The Warden had left Stanley to face Mr. Sir. Somehow his great-grandfather

Passed away" seemed like an appropriate way of putting it. Over the next few days, I had this recurring image of Trapp sitting at the bridge table. He reaches into the bidding box, removes a pass card, and places it on the table. Then he slowly vanishes.

Kate Barlow died laughing.

Well let me tell you, something Caveman. You are here on the account of one person. If it wasn't for that person, you wouldn't be here digging holes in the hot sun. You know who that person is? said Mr. Pendanski. My no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather.

Well, let me tell you something, Caveman. You are here on account of one person. If it wasn't for that person, you wouldn't be here digging holes in the hot sun. You know who that person is?" "My no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather.

These wars have been so great, they are forgotten Like the Egyptian dynasts. My confrere In whose thick boots I stood, were you amazed To wander through my brain four decades later As I have wandered in a dream through yours? The violence of waking life disrupts The order of our death. Strange dreams occur, For dreams are licensed as they never were.

Every house needs a grandmother in it.

Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy.

I want to do something splendid before I go into my castle--something heroic, or wonderful--that won't be forgotten after I'm dead. I don't know what, but I'm on the watch for it, and mean to astonish you all, some day. I think I shall write books, and get rich and famous; that would suit me, so that is my favorite dream.

But the spirit of Eve is strong in all her daughters.

I think this power of living in our children is one of the sweetest things in the world…

An old maid, that's what I'm to be. A literary spinster, with a pen for a spouse, a family of stories for children, and twenty years hence a morsel of fame, perhaps…

that's what old people are here for, — else their experience is of little use.

It's not half so sensible to leave legacies when one dies as it is to use the money wisely while alive, and enjoy making one's fellow creatures happy with it.

The fun and fame do not last, while the memory of a real helper is kept green long after poetry is forgotten and music silent.

And now, having endeavoured to suit everyone by many weddings, few deaths, and as much prosperity as the eternal fitness of things will permit, let the music stop, the lights die out, and the curtain fall for ever on the March family.

for love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy.

I suspect that the real attraction was a large library of fine books, which was left to dust and spiders since Uncle March died.

Rich people have no right to sit down and enjoy themselves, or let their money accumulate for others to waste. It's not half so sensible to leave legacies when one dies as it is to use the money wisely while alive, and enjoy making one's fellow creatures happy with it.

The good and dear people always do die.

The girls gave their hearts into their mother's keeping, their souls into their father's, and to both parents, who lived and labored so faithfully for them, they gave a love that grew with their growth and bound them tenderly together by the sweetest tie which blesses life and outlives death.

Antes de morir espero hacer algo importante, algo heroico o maravilloso, que me permita seguir viva en el recuerdo. No sé qué es, pero no pararé hasta descubrirlo y, algún día, os asombraré a todas.

Oh, when these hidden stores of ours Lie open to the Father's sight, May they be rich in golden hours, Deeds that show fairer for the light, Lives whose brave music long shall ring Like a spirit-stirring strain, Souls that shall gladly soar and sing In the long sunshine after rain.

Hay en el mundo muchas Beth, tímidas y tranquilas, metidas en su rincón hasta que se las necesita, viviendo para los demás tan alegremente que nadie se da cuenta de los sacrificios que realizan, hasta que el pequeño grillo del hogar cesa de cantar y la dulce y luminosa presencia se desvanece, dejando tras de sí silencio y sombra.