Quotes About Legacy

Whatever belonged to you once, will always belong to you.

If you are loved, you never lose the person who loved you. You carry them with you all your life. They were with her as she ran.

The past stays with a man, sticking to his heels like glue, invisible and heartbreaking and unavoidable, threaded to the future, just as surely as day is sewn to night.

History is personal

If a woman doesn't write her own history, there are very few who will.

What belonged to you once, will always belong to you.

For more than two hundred years, the Owens women have been blamed for everything that has gone wrong in town.

If you are loved, you never lose the person who loved you. You carry them with you all your

I know we lived among extraordinary things but, perhaps more importantly, in extraordinary times. People may or may not remember the heroes and the villains of our day, but all that the brave among us did, and all that they were, remains with us still.

Some vestige of his race or of his sex made him think, whenever he looked out across the ocean: As it was before me and as it will be long after I'm gone. For the second time today, he touched his thumb to his fingertips. He could make it to the 1980s or 1990s, perhaps even to the next century, when the new baby would be grown, maybe with children of his or her own. But even with the best of luck, it would not be equal to the time he'd already spent.

The paper detritus that she had somewhere read, or had heard it said, trails armies, or was it (she had seen a photograph) the scraps of letters and wrappers and snapshots that blow across battlefields after all but the dead have fled?

The legacy of the parents is yet another generation condemned to hide from the true self while operating unconsciously under the influence of repressed memories. Unless the heir casts off his "inheritance" by becoming fully conscious of his true past, and thus of his true nature, loneliness in the parental home will necessarily be followed by an adulthood lived in emotional isolation.

Time after time, the amazing fact is uncovered that sons and daughters are unconsciously re-enacting their parents fate— all the more intensely the less precise their knowledge of it.

You can drive the devil out of your garden but you will find him again in the garden of your son.

Only if young people are allowed to know exactly what happened and why, if they no longer allow themselves to be deflected in their curiosity and do not fear the truth, can they free themselves from the burden of their forefathers' blindness. Such young people will certainly not condone the production of poisoned gas.

Because the victims are "only children," their distress is trivialized. But in twenty years' time these children will be adults who will feel compelled to pay it all back to their own children.

When you died, of course, these wrong opinions were all there was left

Everyone was wrong. She was not timid or acquiescent or natural or pure. When you died, of course, these wrong opinions were all there was left.

Every one of us will be forgotten, Sophia thought but did not say, because of the tender sensibilities of men—particularly of a young man—on this point.

She was Detroit born, and Detroit bred, and when she died, she'd be Detroit-dead. She might not have much, but she had enough.

Black Bottom is walking tall, chin up, fist balled, brain firing on all cylinders. Black Bottom folk got steel in their spines, steel in their jaws, and steel in their will. But it wasn't always an attitude. Before it was razed, it was a place.

Who would have thought something that happened that long ago could have such power?

I left my mark on that man.

He would find his Susie,inside his young son. Give that love to the living.