Quotes About Inheritance

Many people die of thirst but the Irish are born with one.

My dad used to love Steely Dan, the Stones, Jethro Tull and all that. There was always Steely Dan going in my dad's car, but I remember The Royal Scam in particular because it has 'Kid Charlemagne' on it.

The core beliefs that the alcoholism movement has successfully promulgated are: Alcoholics don't drink too much because they intend to, but only because they can't control their drinking. Alcoholics inherit their alcoholism and thus are born as alcoholics. Alcoholism always grows worse without treatment, so that alcoholics can never cut back or quit drinking on their own.

He lived one of those lives that seem otiose because they are not linked to any community of interest, because all the riches stored in them by a thousand separate valuable experiences will pass when their last breath is drawn, without anyone to inherit them.

Mr. Zweig always encouraged his friends to set down their reminiscences, not necessarily for publication but for the pleasure and benefit of their children, their families. In his opinion every life includes inner or external experiences worthy of record.

En ese sombrío día de diciembre de 1542 en el que nace en el castillo de Linlithgow, su padre, Jacobo V, yace al mismo tiempo en su lecho de muerte en la vecina fortaleza de Falkland, con sólo treinta y un años de edad y sin embargo ya quebrado por la vida, cansado de la corona, cansado de luchar.

Mendel, de Jakob Mendel, Mendel el de los libros.

Flora inherited, however, from her father a strong will and from her mother a slender ankle.

So that was it. Aunt Ada Doom was mad. You would expect, by all the laws of probability, to find a mad grandmother at Cold Comfort Farm, and for once the laws of probability had not done you down and a mad grandmother there was.

Protest hovered on her tongue. No, don't divest yourself of Daddy's things…don't forget the life you had with him…don't forget who you are. Instead she simply stared at an unfamiliar, sophisticated version of her mother and wondered how much more of her she would lose before this situation ended.

if the medicine we need is relationship, what if we surrendered to relationship with our trauma, with our inheritances, with our ancestors, with our bullshit, with our fears so that we could begin to make possible relationship with one another? what happens when we be with our inheritances, when we bow to them, when we thank them, when we bear witness to them, when we eulogize them, and then when we send them on their way?

I'm a Cynster--I've been raised to acquire, defend, and protect. My family is the core of my existence--without a family, without children, I'd have nothing to protect, no reason to acquire.

The past is never dead. It's not even past. —William Faulkner

Truth comes to us from the past, then, like gold washed down from the mountains.

The stream of time sweeps away errors, and leaves the truth for the inheritance of humanity.

So many things come from people's parents lying to them about the truth about things. I feel like, once those ideas die with people, we'll be good in a couple of generations.

Each American generation passes the torch of truth, liberty and justice in unbroken chain all the way down to the present. That torch is now in our hands, and we will use it to light up the world.

The truth is that genetics has robbed me of hair. But it's not interesting to blame genetics.

Oppressors in front of the Lord, truth be told shall inherit oppression, while others receive gold.

There is no escape—we pay for the violence of our ancestors.

You have your traditions, and are welcome to them. They have shaped the world I've inherited but, by all that is holy, they will not determine the world I pass on to the next generation. And insuring the future is yet one more reason to fight, and one I gladly embrace.

Every future we imagine is transformed inexorably into a part of our children's understanding of their past, of the assumptions their parents and grandparents could not help but make. The Killer Hook

Every future we imagine is transformed inexorably into a part of our children's understanding of their past, of the assumptions their parents and grandparents could not help but make.

everything, in fact, recalled him to me, as though he'd left the whole world to me in his will.