Quotes about Legacy
The Jitong chapter of the Book of Rites says, "There are three ways of caring for one's parents: when they are alive, look after them; when they are deceased, tend to the death rites; when the death rites have been completed, offer them sacrifice.
— Confucius
Mr Suttree in what year did your greatuncle Jeffrey pass away? It was in 1884. Did he die by natural causes? No sir. And what were the circumstances surrounding his death? He was taking part in a public function when the platform gave way. Our information is that he was hanged for a homicide.
— Cormac McCarthy
The father dead has euchered the son out of his patrimony. For it is the death of the father to which the son is entitled and to which he is heir, more so than his goods. He will not hear of the small mean ways that tempered the man in life. He will not see him struggling in follies of his own devising. No. The world which he inherits bears him false witness.
— Cormac McCarthy
Who builds in stone seeks to alter the structure of the universe.
— Cormac McCarthy
The next great war wont arrive until everyone who remembers the last one is dead. You think that nuclear war is inevitable. I agree with Plato that only the dead have seen an end to war. And people dont fight with rocks when they have guns. Etcetera and so on.
— Cormac McCarthy
The mother dead these fourteen years did incubate in her own bosom the creature who would carry her off.
— Cormac McCarthy
There ain't but one life worth livin and I was born to it.
— Cormac McCarthy
Do you think that your fathers are watching? That they weigh you in their ledger book? Against what? There is no book and your fathers are dead in the ground.
— Cormac McCarthy
They said that it was no accident of circumstance that a man be born in a certain country and not some other and they said that the weathers and seasons that form a land form also the inner fortunes of men in their generations and are passed on to their children and are not so easily come by otherwise.
— Cormac McCarthy
His whole life was sitting there in front of him. Day after day from dawn till dark until he was dead. All of it cooked down into forty pounds of paper in a satchel. He
— Cormac McCarthy
Perhaps they had come to warn him. But of what? That he couldn't enkindle in the boy's heart what was ashes in his own?
— Cormac McCarthy
Yeah. He aint here to say though, is he? I dont know. Someways I think he'll always have a say.
— Cormac McCarthy