Quotes About Inheritance

Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to anything...for 'tis the only thing in this world that lasts, and don't you be forgetting it! 'Tis the only thing worth working for, worth fighting for–worth dying for.

Because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us.

None of us knows how long he shall live or when his time will come. But soon, all that will be left of our brief lives is the pride our children feel when they speak our names.

One curious thing about growing up is that you don't only move forward in time; you move backwards as well, as pieces of your parents' and grandparents' lives come to you.

Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with short steps.

and when nanas die they leave grandchildren and perhaps a trace memory of being coddled, kissed, attended to, and loved, of being chased across the lawn or rocked in the middle of the night or taken seriously. In Nanaville there is always in the back of my mind the understanding that I am building a memory out of spare parts and that, someday, that memory will be all that's left of me.

The reason we've made a mess of the planet is that being its stewards required us to imagine not our own futures but those four or five generations removed.

Between 1875 and 1905 over forty American girls married into the peerage, bringing with them the dollars that saved many a stately home from ruin. There were many attempts to calculate the total amount of American dollars spent in dowry payments; one estimate said that American brides had brought in $50 million to Britain, but the probability is that it was nearer a billion dollars – money that went straight into the pockets of the men they married.

I argued that talking is a female trait and that I would do my best to keep it under control, but that I would never be able to break myself of the habit, since my mother talked as much as I did, if not more, and that there's not much you can do about inherited traits.

The apple never falls far from the tree.

I argued that talking is a female trait and that I would do my best to keep it under control, but that I would never be able to break myself of the habit, since my mother talked as much as I did, if not more, and that there's not much you can do about inherited traits.

Even as a child, even as my blood-past was drained from me, I understood that if I were strong enough to accept it, I was being offered a second history.

A man should be proud of his heritage—not arrogant, as if it made him superior, but happy to own it and live up to the best in its promise. Monk

Your life will be filled with good things, for the demons are slain; and you will inherit Eden

If we wanted to survive, if we wanted to inherit the millennia as Thorne and Cyril, and Teskhamen and Chrysanthe had inherited them, as Avicus and Zenobia had inherited them, as Marius and Pandora and Flavius had inherited them, and as Rhoshamandes and Sevraine had inherited them—and as Seth and Gregory, now the very oldest among us, had inherited them—then we had to meet the future with respect as well as courage and count fear and selfishness to be small things.

It's Stella. Stella's got the gift and she'll get everything when I die.' 'And what's the gift, Miss Mary Beth?' my mother asked her. 'Why, Stella's seen the man,' Miss Mary Beth said to my mother. 'And the one who can see the man when she's all alone inherits all.

Well, I am no village cunning woman, no frightened merry-begot, but a woman born to riches, and educated from the time I can remember, and given all that I could possibly desire. And now in my twenty-second year, already a mother and soon perhaps to be a widow, I rule in this place. I ruled before my mother gave to me all her secrets, and her great familiar, Lasher, and I mean to study this thing, and make use of it, and allow it to enhance my considerable strength.

Amadeo, the world now is yours," my Master said. "You must look at the larger movements of history.

You're mine, of my flesh and of my blood.

The Mayfairs, what are they to me? And what is a great family, a rich family?

Manfred was the patriarch, and William was his son. William begat Gravier. Gravier begat Pops. And Pops, late in life when he and Sweetheart had despaired of having a child, begat Patsy. At age sixteen, Patsy gave birth to me and named me Tarquin Anthony Blackwood. As to my father, let me state now plainly and unequivocally that I don't have one. "Patsy

ancestor, and the combination was

And you're no going to see me inherit the title--you'll marry on your deathbed and beget an heir just to spite me, he said in a voice that wasn't far from a whine. What a wonderful opinion you have of my virility, Rohan replied.

mother into leaving twelve and a half million dollars to the Foundation of Being. And not a damned thing to the only child she'd ever had. Ten years ago Rachel might