Quotes About Inheritance

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In New Bedford, fathers, they say, give whales for dowers to their daughters

No one's death comes to pass without making some impression, and those close to the deacesed inherit part of the liberated soul and become richer in their humanities.

For what's the point of breeding children, if each generation does not improve on what went before.

Few sons are the equals of their fathers; 310  most fall short, all too few surpass them.

For few are the children who turn out to be equals of their fathers, and the greater number are worse; few are better than their father is.

Oh son of Polybus!" the prince replies

Hippolocus begat me. I claim to be his son, and he sent me to Troy with strict instructions: Ever to excel, to do better than others, and to bring glory to your forebears, who indeed were very great.... This is my ancestry; this is the blood I am proud to inherit.

The Puritans also appealed to the Bible, Psalms 2:8: "Ask of me, and I shall give thee, the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession." And to justify their use of force to take the land, they cited Romans 13:2: "Whosoever therefore resisteth the power, resisteth the ordinance of God: and they that resist shall receive to themselves damnation.

People say you're born innocent, but it's not true. You inherit all kinds of things that you can do nothing about. You inherit your identity, your history, like a birthmark that you can't wash off. ... We are born with our heads turned back, but my mother says we have to face into the future now. You have to earn your own innocence, she says. You have to grow up and become innocent.

As you were, I was. As I am, you will be.

It's in me alone that my parents forever mingle, sweetly, sourly, along separate sugar-phosphate backbones, the recipe for my essential self. I also blend John and Trudy in my daydreams—like every child of estranged parents, I long to remarry them, this base pair, and so unite my circumstances to my genome.

It's a commonplace of parenting and modern genetics that parents have little or no influence on the characters of their children. You never know who you are going to get.

No one exclaims at the moment of one's dazzling coming-out, It's a person! Instead: It's a girl, It's a boy. Pink or blue. Only two sexes. I was disappointed. If human bodies, minds, fates are so complex, if we are free like no other mammal, why limit the range? I seethed, and then, like everyone else, I settled down and made the best of my inheritance. For sure, complexity would come upon me in time.

my first choice on account of its gigantic sovereign fund and generous social provision; nor my second, Italy, on grounds of regional cuisine and sun-blessed decay; and not even my third, France, for its Pinot Noir and jaunty self-regard. Instead I'll inherit a less than united kingdom ruled by an esteemed elderly queen, where a businessman-prince, famed for his good works, his elixirs (cauliflower essence to purify the blood) and unconstitutional meddling, waits restively for his crown.

Your sword is made out of your grandmother's bones?" "Okay, I see how it sounds weird when you say it in that tone of voice

Landon paced back and forth, his eyes a little wild. ''Well, he took it worse than I did,'' Curran said. ''I don't see what the big deal is.'' ''It's a sword made out of your grandmothers bones, Kate.'' I shrugged Landon stared at me through the windshield, turned around, paced back and forth, and stared at me again

If your head explodes can I have your stuff?

I mourn my sword, but that's alright. Grandmother gave me another one.

People around me die. They drop like flies. I've gone through life leaving a trail of dead bodies behind me. My mother is dead, my guardian is dead, my aunt is dead—because I killed her, and when my real father finds me, he'll move heaven and earth to make me dead.

Like it or not," he said, "you're still his daughter. Run from it, spit on it, that's your choice. Those of the blood can insult the blood. Nobody else. I won't allow it.

They hold a grudge like it was their family treasure.

Each generation has an obligation to pick up the baton. We want young people to feel a sense of responsibility to take that baton and run with it.

My family is very nomadic - my mom, in particular, traveled the world as a young person, and her father before that, and I guess I have that inside me.