Quotes About Legacy

Some of us, we're hardly ever here The rest of us, we're born to disappear How do I stop myself from Being just a number? How will I hold my head To keep from going under?

In the long run we are all dead. Economists set themselves too easy, too useless a task if in tempestuous seasons they can only tell us that when the storm is long past the ocean is flat again.

Men will not always die quietly.

Practical men who believe themselves to be quite exempt from any intellectual influence, are usually the slaves of some defunct economist.

Long run is a misleading guide to current affairs. In the long run we are all dead.

In the long run we are all dead

El día en que la abundancia de capital interfiera con la de producción puede aplazarse en la medida en que los millonarios encuentren satisfacción en edificar poderosas mansiones para encerrarse en ellas mientras vivan y pirámides para albergarse después de muertos, o, arrepintiéndose de sus pecados levanten catedrales y funden monasterios o misiones en el extranjero.

While serving as a pallbearer for one of his Naval Academy classmates on a cold, rainy day at Arlington National Cemetery, my grandfather listened to a young officer suggest that he button up his raincoat to protect himself from the elements. The old man, raincoat flapping in the wind, looked at his solicitous subordinate and said, "You don't think I got where I am by taking care of my health, do you?

The next morning, my grandfather's staff lined up at the gangway to shake his hand and bid him an affectionate farewell.

Americans Never Quit. We never surrender. We never hide from history. We Make History. -John McCain

No just cause is futile, even if it's lost, if it helps make the future better than the past.

In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn saw sunset glow Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields Take up our quarrel with the foe; To you, from falling hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below We are the Dead Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow/Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders Fields Take up our quarrel with the foe To you from failing hands we throw The torch be yours to hold it high If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep/though poppies grow In Flanders Fields

Win the ship a name of glory, win the men a death of grace

It was as if Chang had read right through me: He's lost a step. He can't get back fast enough. The helplessness was terrible. However, I still took pride in the fact that opponents—even the young bucks—were always very up when they played me. Maybe I was a notch in their belts; maybe they felt, This guy's a prick; I'll show him. I like to think it was because I was a great champion.

People tend to forget the genuinely lousy level of officiating that was prevalent in professional tennis when I came along. That's why, with my parents' words echoing in my ears—tell the truth; be honest at any cost—I felt I was (don't laugh) on a kind of quest to get things to improve.

You may think that grown-ups create children. The reality is that children create grown-ups. They become their own person, and so do you. Children give so much more than they take.

But the Beatles turned out to be one of the things you couldn't avoid, like alcohol, or death.

Zack, who has a penchant for arcane knowledge, informs Ava that a family of a boy followed by a girl is known as the king's choice. There is the son to carry on the family name, and the daughter to marry off and create a dynasty.

She is our treasure, our hope, our light, and our warmth. She is our legacy. Here's to the two of you and your life together.

quickly. "And I'll find something. I'm not completely penniless." Maia swallows. "Gramps told me I could move

None of you children seem to have inherited my love of gardening (unless you count Nick, and the pot plants in the attic)