Quotes about Legacy
When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.
— Margaret Atwood
We immortals aren't misers - we don't hoard! Such things are pointless.
— Margaret Atwood
The hands reaching in among the leaves and spines were once my mother's. I've passed them on. Decades ahead, you'll study your own temporary hands, and you'll remember. Don't cry, this is what happens.
— Margaret Atwood
At the very least we want a witness. We can't stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down.
— Margaret Atwood
I don't know why they are all so eager to be remembered. What good will it do them? There are some things that should be forgotten by everyone, and never spoken of again.
— Margaret Atwood
I don't know why they are all so eager to be remembered. What good will it do them? There are some things that should be forgotten by everyone, and never spoken of again.
— Margaret Atwood
They told us to depend on memory, because nothing written down could be relied on. The Spirit travels from mouth to mouth, not from thing to thing: books could be burnt, paper crumbles away, computers could be destroyed. Only the spirit lives forever, and the Spirit isn't a thing.
— Margaret Atwood
I would pore for hours over the stalls of worn necklaces, sets of gilt spoons, sugar tongs in the shape of hen's feet or midget hands, clocks that didn't work, flowered china, spotty mirrors and ponderous furniture, the flotsam left by those receding centuries in which, more and more, I was living.
— Margaret Atwood
I want to keep on living, in any form. I resign my body freely, to the uses of others.
— Margaret Atwood
I will bend, I will touch the ground, or as close to it as I can get without rupture. I will lay a wreath of invisible money on her grave.
— Margaret Atwood
Break the link in time between one generation and the next, and it's game over forever.
— Margaret Atwood
That was the trouble with Blood and Roses: it was easier to remember the Blood stuff. The other trouble was that the Blood player usually won, but winning meant you inherited a wasteland. This
— Margaret Atwood