Quotes About Legacy

that heaven might be no further afield than the hearts of those people who remember us with love.

She could feel the common blood song inside the place, the chorus of ancestors moving about in familiar constellations.

But there's always a story behind the story. That's how the story never ends: Someone is always telling it, someone is always listening. A story is told about something someone else did once so that we won't make that same mistake now.

Welcome to the gates of heaven Adelia, and what did you do with your life? My Lord, I was a bishop's whore.

And yet we spend so much time and effort and energy on those résumé entries—entries that lose all significance as soon as our heart stops beating.

Why do we spend so much of our limited time on this earth focusing on all the things that our eulogies will never cover?

It is the Fourth Instinct (the spirit - RJ) that urges us to exceed ourselves ... by awakening our intuitive selves, and striving to be all that we were intended to be. It takes us beyond self-centeredness and enables us to resist the combined forces of indifference and meaninglessness. It awakens us to a sense of responsibility for those most in need of our society as well as for that world that future generations will inherit.

To truly redefine success we need to redefine our relationship with death.

Our eulogies are always about the other stuff: what we gave, how we connected, how much we meant to our family and friends, small kindnesses, lifelong passions, and the things that made us laugh. So why do we spend so much of our limited time on this earth focusing on all the things our eulogy will never cover?

Our eulogies are always about the other stuff: what we gave, how we connected, how much we meant to our family and friends, small kindnesses, lifelong passions, and the things that made us laugh.

the ideas and emotions people carry with them through life often determine the quality of their death.

Have you notices that when we die, our eulogies celebrate our lives very differently from the way society defines success?

We may not be able to witness our own eulogy, but we're actually writing it all the time, every day.

Our current obsession with creativity is the result of our continued striving for immortality in an era when most people no longer believe in an afterlife.

She was not willing to let others narrate her life and her death. While there is one person like her in this world, I will find myself defending both her right to struggle and our obligation to remember.

It is a great paradox and a great injustice that writers write because we fear death and want to leave something indestructible in our wake and, at the same time, are drawn to all the things that kill: whiskey and cigarettes, unprotected sex, and deep-fried burritos.

It's a great paradox and a great injustice that writers write because we fear death and want to leave something indestructable in our wake, and at the same time, are drawn to things that kill: whiskey and cigarette, unprotected sex and deep fried burritos. It's true that you can get away with drinking and smoking and sunbathing when you're in your teens and twenties, and it's true that rock stars are free to die at twenty-nine, but a lit star needs a long life.

I don't think I have accomplished what I still have to accomplish. There is one thing that I would like to do, and that's to bring security and peace to the Jewish people.

I have accomplished so much in my life, but I can take nothing with me when I go. Nothing except what's in here." He moved his hand between them and pressed it against his heart. "You're in here. You've always been and you'll always be. You are what I will take back.

People think too historically. They are always living half in a cemetery.

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

Again, men in general desire the good, and not merely what their fathers had.

The evil fortune of the living in no way affects the dead.

Remember that time slurs over everything, let all deeds fade, blurs all writings and kills all memories. Exempt are only those which dig into the hearts of men by love.