Irina Shayk Quotes

We all go to our grave thinking that we will never be forgotten, and we are forgotten ten minutes later.

It isn't about being or not being dead, it's about what you leave behind

Oh, I'll be forgotten too, don't worry.

One comes, and one goes. Basically, what you leave behind is the record.

Of present fame think little, and of future less; the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead.

It's not what you take when you leave this world behind you. It's what you leave behind you when you go.

I don't give a toss about being remembered after my death.

I think we all want to be remembered for what we did.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

Lies here food for the worms yet the work shall not be lost.

The letters and journals we leave behind and the impressions we have made on our contemporaries are the mere husk of the kernel of our essential life. When we die, the kernel is buried with us. This is the horror and pity of death and the reason for the inescapable triviality of biography.

Oh, you know, your legacy's all you're gonna be remembered by.

I want to leave a nice legacy.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever. It is to create something that will.

I care about my legacy.

We build our legacy piece by piece, and maybe the whole world will remember you or maybe just a couple of people, but you do what you can to make sure you're still around after you're gone.

Leaving a legacy behind is huge.

Without the hope of posterity, for our race if not for ourselves, without the assurance that we being dead yet live, all pleasures of the mind and senses sometimes seem to me no more than pathetic and crumbling defences shored up against our ruin.

I don't expect to live forever, nor do I repine over that, but I am weak enough to want to be remembered forever. - Yet how few of those who have lived, even of those who have accomplished far more than I have, linger on in world memory for even a single century after death

If we had to vanish tomorrow, what would we want as our legacy?

We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on. Not forever, perhaps, but for a time. It's a kind of immortality, I suppose, bounded by limits, it's true, but then so's everything.

We live, we die, we are remembered, we are forgotten.

Deeds survive the doers.

The only greatness for man is immortality.