Quotes About Inheritance

Murder, like talent, seems occasionally to run in families. GEORGE HENRY LEWES, The Physiology of Common Life Killing is not nearly as easy as the innocent believe.

Most people think that aging is genetic and yet if your parents lived to age 80+ that will add three years to your life.

My interests are guitars, cars, and vacation. I've been playing guitar all my life. My dad was a professional guitarist, but I'm terrible, which lets me off the hook, so I just play for myself.

What shall I do that I may inherit eternal life? Keep the commandments.

You give me nothing during your life, but you promise to provide for me at your death. If you are not a fool, you know what I wish for!

The secret of life is to skip having children and go directly to grandchildren.

Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death's.

I inherited a vile melancholy from my father, which has made me mad all my life, at least not sober.

I am tired with my own life and the lives of those after me, I am dying in my own death and the deaths of those after me.

The earth belongs to the living, not to the dead.

When you have a fortune that is almost hard to imagine, the best thing is not to pass that on to one's children. That distorts their life situation.

I see it for what is is, now. It is a house built on ashes. Ashes of the life Granddad shared with Gran, ashes of the maple from which the tire swing flew, ashes of the old Victorian house with the porch and the hammock. The new house is built on the grave of all the trophies and symbols of the family: the New Yorker cartoons, the taxidermy, the embroidered pillows, the family portraits.

I do not love my father's way of thinking, but much of it has become mine.

PENNY, CARRIE, AND Bess are the daughters of Tipper and Harris Sinclair. Harris came into his money at twenty-one after Harvard

I am the eldest Sinclair grandchild. Heiress to the island, the fortune, and the expectations. Well, probably.

So lie. Tell him the ones from the Boston house. The cream ones with the embroidery." It was easiest to tell her I would. And later, I told her I had. But Bess has asked Mirren to do the same thing, and neither one of us begged Granddad for the fucking tablecloths.

For the old people in my family—Mummy, the aunties, Granddad—the accumulation of beautiful objects is a life goal. Whoever dies with the most stuff wins. Wins what? is what I'd like to know.

For the old people in my family (...) the accumulation of beautiful objects is a life goal. Whoever dies with the most stuff wins. Wins what? is what I'd like to know.

and neither one of us begged grandad for the fucking tablecloths.

I've been the oldest child since before you were born

I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children.

For the dead, who seem to take away so much, really take with them nothing that is ours.

To them Howards End was a house; they could not know that to her it had been a spirit, for which she sought a spiritual heir. And—pushing one step farther in these mists—may they not have decided even better than they supposed? Is it credible that the possessions of the spirit can be bequeathed at all? Has the soul offspring? A wych-elm tree, a vine, a wisp of hay with dew on it—can passion for such things be transmitted where there is no bond of blood?

To them Howards End was a house; they could not know that to her it had been a spirit, for which she sought a spiritual heir.