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Quotes About Inheritance

That is why an expiring form of money is crucial. Power passed from generation to generation in the abstract form of wealth leads to privilege and corruption. Money must not be hoarded for its own sake but must be continually employed for a fruitful purpose.
~ Chuck Palahniuk
Imagine there's no God. There is no Heaven or Hell. There is only your son and his son and his son, and the world you leave for them.
~ Chuck Palahniuk
Even what's inside you already, the colonies of microbes and bugs that eat your food for you, without them you'd die. Nothing of you is all-the-way yours. All of you is inherited.
~ Chuck Palahniuk
As the child outlives the father, so must the character bury the author.
~ Chuck Palahniuk
You know, Manus sniffs and wipes the back of his hand under his nose. I'm high right now so it's okay if I tell you this. Manus looks at Brandy bent over him and me crouched in the dirt. First, Manus says, your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life.
~ Chuck Palahniuk
No clear chain of succession was evident. Palpatine had no family of which to speak, at least as far as anyone knew.
~ Chuck Wendig
SIN is that tendency or disposition to sin that we inherit from Adam. SINS are the specific acts of sin that we commit as the result of our tendency to sin.
~ Clarence Larkin
All is death, woman. All is pain. Love breeds loss. Isolation breeds resentment. No matter which way we turn, we are beaten. Our only true inheritance is death. And our only legacy, dust.
~ Clive Barker
Isn't there anything you care about?" "All is death, woman. All is pain. Love breeds loss. Isolation breeds resentment. No matter which way we turn, we are beaten. Our only true inheritance is death. And our only legacy, dust.
~ Clive Barker
Their daddies taught them how to keep a slave in line, passed down this brutal heirloom.
~ Colson Whitehead
Their daddies taught them how to keep a slave in line, passed down this brutal heirloom. Take him away from his family, whip him until all he remembers is the whip, chain him up so all he knows is chains. A term in an iron sweatbox, cooking his brains in the sun, had a way of bringing a buck around, and so did a dark cell, a room aloft in darkness, outside time.
~ Colson Whitehead
You're supposed to pass on something useful to your children.
~ Colson Whitehead
We seldom know what echo our actions will find, buy our stories will most certainly outlast us.
~ Colum McCann
There isn't a story in the world that isn't in part, at least, addressed to the past.
~ Colum McCann
He caught a glimpse in the mirror the other day, and how in tarnation did I acquire the face of my father's father?
~ Colum McCann
He was the son of his son--he was here, he was left behind.
~ Colum McCann
There isn't a story in the world that isn't in part, at least, addressed to the past. I
~ Colum McCann
They inherited it all. The curse of privilege. Janitors for the ambitions of the dead.
~ Colum McCann
She might have been a for­tune hunter, you know. Not an es­pe­cially good one. War­ren laughed. I have no for­tune. But you will one day. Daniel shook his head. It's never too soon to take pre­cau­tions. Ah yes. Lord save me from lovely young women.
~ Victoria Alexander
I cannot be guilty of something that other people have done, even if it is my parents or grandparents.
~ Viktor E. Frankl
Your descendants shall gather your fruits.
~ Virgil
Here have lived for more centuries than I can count, the obscure generations of my own obscure family. Not one of these Richards, Johns, Annes, Elizabeths have left a token of himself behind him, yet all, working together with their spades and their needles, their love-making and their child-bearing have left this. -Viginia Woolf
~ Virginia Woolf
the whole of life, its masters, its adventurers, then appeared in long ranks of magnificent human beings behind me; and I was the inheritor; I, the continuer; I, the person miraculously appointed to carry it on.
~ Virginia Woolf
We think back through our mothers and grandmothers, if we are women.
~ Virginia Woolf