Quotes About Legacy

My father replaced the handle and I replaced the head,' he said. 'But otherwise, it's completely original.

Maddie trok een wenkbrauw op, een uitdrukking die ze van hem had overgenomen en die hij weer van Halt had.

She recalled Duncan telling her that his ancestor had a girlfriend in the village and used the tunnel to sneak out and see her. "Well, Great-Great-Grandfather," she said, smiling, "you were a naughty boy, weren't you?

Some folks are born made to wave the flag;Ooh, they're red, white, and blue.And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief,"They point the cannon at you.It ain't me, it ain't me—I ain't no senator's son.It ain't me, it ain't me—I ain't no fortunate one.

Even though James Burton was my idol, I didn't think I could carry his shoes back then.

The dead live." "How do they live?" "By love.

Mr. Latimer to say: "Be of good cheer, Ridley; and play the man. We shall this day, by God's grace, light up such a candle in England, as I trust, will never be put out.

John Huss was born at Hussenitz, a village in Bohemia, about the year 1380.

destroyed above 12,000,000 of souls upon the continent of America, in the space of forty years.

When a Forsyte was engaged, married, or born, the Forsytes were present; when a Forsyte died — but no Forsyte had as yet died; they did not die; death being contrary to their principles, they took precautions against it, the instinctive precautions of highly vitalized persons who resent encroachments on their property.

Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.

the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began ...

I want to live doubly - first with you and then afterwards in memory ...

who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?

People make trouble, trouble makes history

Mankind is one thing; a man's self is another. What that self is tangles itself knottily with what his people were, and what they came out of. Mine came out of Texas, as did I. If those were louts, they were my own louts.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

I want to leave a mark. But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars.

If you don't live a life in service of a greater good, you've gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know? And I fear that I won't get either a life or a death that means anything.

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

I will not tell you our love story, because-like all real love stories-it will die with us,as it should.

I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he was shot, and towards the end, his wife started crying and screaming, "I want to go too! I want to go too!" And with his last measure of strength, McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words: "We are all going.

She's the kind of person who either dies tragically at twenty-seven, like Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin, or else grows up to win, like, the first-ever Nobel Prize for Awesome.

His was the nation's sacrifice, And ours the priceless gain.