Quotes about the-legacy-letters

Just because you're breathing, doesn't mean you're alive.

Remember, it’s still a mystery to be an adult. If you knew it all before eighteen, you’d have nothing to look forward to. Besides, to be wise and eighteen is as possible as catching lightning in a bottle…

As an adult, be child-like as you learn but not child-ish as you live.

Why read? Because books are precious guides to our humanity—civilization’s backbone—that tenuous ridgeline that allows us to climb above the jungle and see what the horizon has to offer. Thus they represent the yearning to go beyond, to explore. Yet they are also human-sized. And made of paper and ink, and thus they come from the earth. Their physicality is what makes them immensely human. And they contain the flesh-and-bone thoughts of one person capturing one blink of time, now made immortal i

Eat Ice Cream. Read Books. Be Happy.

It's through traveling you make the great journey into yourself, and it's the clarity of extremes in traveling that forces you to meet yourself like you've never met yourself before.

Sometimes the best way is to get out of your own way.

Remember, Little Ones, everything is not important all the time. Only living is important all the time. Not things. Not money. Not more things and more endless money. Spend well the quality of your time. And yes, be greedy with your hours. If only to then give those hours away as the most precious gifts you have to offer to yourself, your family, and your friends.

Don’t have kids until you’re ready. And when you do have them, have them all the way. They aren’t like some Cadillac that you can turn back into the dealership after three years.

It’s a heck of a responsibility to look after a spirit. So give kids the best of who you are. That’s the most you can ever do.

Don’t spoil kids by trying to buy them off, to buy their time. Kids aren’t stupid. They know a bribe when they see one. They want a parent not a payoff.

There are hard days to live. You awake to a day when you feel you've done it all before, and you're going to do it again, so why do it at all.

Remember, Little Ones, everything is not important all the time. Only living is important all the time. Not things. Not money. Not more things and more endless money. Spend well the quality of your time. And yes, be greedy with your hours. If only to then give those hours away as the most precious gifts you have to offer to yourself, your family, and your friends. And yes, to my Little Ones.” –From The Legacy Letters–“The Everything and Nothing of Money.

Starting the day—Another chance to be new again. How many of us still wish for that? To be your own sunrise. To awaken like a prayer—both solemn and joyful at still being alive . . .

Enjoy the RIDE NOW. You'll be SUCCESSFUL later, however YOU define SUCCESS.

The things you don't know or understand are as important as your desire to know them. This is the relationship of man to mystery.

You become a man when you marry not just for love but to be a partner with your wife. To be the best man you can be with her, and when you fall short, to admit your shortcomings and to constantly strive to be a great man to your wife.

I promise to dream with you both great dreams and small dreams. To ask your counsel in times of uncertainty. To honor your silence when you seek to be alone. To be ever wondrous at your curiosities and revelations. And to be ever rejuvenated by your passions . . .

Starting the day - Another chance to be new again.How many of us still wish for that?To be your own sunrise.To awaken like a prayer - both solemn and joyful at still being alive.

It is everything that makes a man. It is everything that makes this man. And that is who I am alive, and that is who I am dead.

If You Don't Believe the Numbers and Believe in Your Spirit, then You're Ageless.

You haven't seen a thing until you've seen this man fight. My sword is sharp. My heart strong. My spirit ferocious - and I am going to live. Let the swords clash. Let the fight begin.

I travel because I become uncomfortable being too comfortable.

I travel for the great stories now ready tell, and those waiting to be told.

I travel to know where I fit into the world, and where I don’t.

Why travel? To be changed, and to be changed again and again.

Sometimes I travel just to be overwhelmed – for it’s good every now and then to be overwhelmed.

I travel for the jolting, angelic act of seeking strangeness and newness and profoundness.

I travel because life is short, and I will not wait for fear of death or sanctuary to become a prison of my own making.

I travel because it makes me realize how much I haven't seen, how much I'm not going to see, and how much I still need to see.

I travel to be replenished with beauty, for travel makes the beauty of this world seem like a Christmas that never ends. I travel for the jolting, angelic act of seeking strangeness and newness and profoundness . . .

Respect both what you need to know and what you don't need to know. Respect mystery, for mystery is still needed to run the universe.

Let my memories of you be like water on the moon. A beautiful impossibility - but allowing me to sleep and dream of infinite beginnings rather than Othello endings.

Who will you be, my Little Ones? Will you dance for the fires of your youth and run at midnight to water’s edge, diving into summer’s heat? Will you ride a wild mare to any thought or dream or love of your making? Will you seek the artistry of your own infatuations and explore . . .

Money - it can buy you a moment of glee but not a lifetime of happiness.

Rain. Tumble, bumble and, fall on me. Any old day, any old way. Come for a visit, or come for a stay. Rain, rain, don't go away.

Money can buy you everything to fill your time but it cannot buy time itself. And things are definitely not time.

Money can buy you knowledge, but not the wisdom to use it wisely.

So curious you must be. Like little calves poking their heads through the fence with big eyes and a headful of curiosity.

Why read? Because books are precious guides to our humanity—civilization’s backbone—that tenuous ridgeline that allows us to climb above the jungle and see what the horizon has to offer. Thus they represent the yearning to go beyond, to explore. Yet they are also human-sized . . .

I want to remember warming your two a.m. bottle, clipping your locks, watching you be baptized, bathing you in the big porcelain sink… how I often laid you against my chest and felt the cradlesong of your tiny breaths as you fell asleep . . .

It’s a fool who thinks having a kid is a right, which is the biggest crock of fish heads I’ve ever heard.

Love your kids and just be there for them. You don’t have to eyeball their every moment or to orchestrate all their comings and goings. They know this. They know that’s too much.

My God, what a sensation to be an atom in the scheme of such grandiosity. The allurement, the jazz, and the physics of it all . . .

MUSIC. Tunneling right down into your CORE and SOULTIME. Hep, sloppy, SEXY and cerebral. Chancy and hip-swinging like ELVIS and your first teenage KISS.

There are hard days to live. And sometimes they will be just a few, and sometimes they will seem endless. And eventually you'll come to understand that we've all been there before - or more than likely are going there now. And maybe that idea will make it easier for you, and maybe it won't. But there will still be hard days to live, and you will still have to find your way through them.

It is you who must someday break through the protective polish of who you are, to become naked and powerful to who you can truly be.

Remember, it's still a mystery to be an adult. If you knew it all before eighteen, you'd have nothing to look forward to.

In reality, Little Ones, there are two winters. One made for kids; the other for adults. The one made for adults is always too cold and always too long. The one made for kids is always perfect. A kid winter is an endless and wild snow carnival where all the rides are free.

Kids are kids and not little adults. They're watching and listening to you all the time. They're figuring out the game plan but still don't know all the rules. Talk straight to them and they'll respect you for it.

Money. It fits around your neck like some permanent noose. always waiting for your next misstep.

Summer, dropping so easily a delicious everything upon your skin and lips. Like a never-ending kiss - taunting, deep, and luscious.

The Number One Rule of Working Is: DO THE BEST WORK YOU CAN. Why do anything but your best? What's the point?

As I see it, you GET married - but you MAKE a marriage.

Teach them what you love to do in life. It really doesn't matter what it is. It never does. Just show them how important a passion is . . .

So, if the truest currency of life is time, then how do you get more time? Because if more is merrier, than having more time should make us more happier. Right? Therefore, all we have to ask ourselves is can we buy more time? . . .

So How Much of a THING or THINGS is Enough? And if you have EVERYTHING, have you achieved perfect HAPPINESS?

Be the same person- with or without money.

Wake up. Be thankful. For whatever happens on this day, you are endlessly given the chance to start again-to be alive. And all of us should wish for that.

What good is an “I LOVE YOU” If said only when you have to?What good is it to ride a horse if you cannot gallop?What good is it to believe in someone if you doubt your own belief?

What good is an “I love you” if said only when you have to?

Summer, dropping so easily a delicious everything upon your skin and lips. Like a never-ending kiss—taunting, deep, and luscious. The sun. The heat. The thousand echoes of a timelessness before time, when every day seems longer than the next and no day seems likely to ever truly end. Summer.

Remember, life is too short to be spent dancing with idiots.

And Sometimes I Feel as if I'm Only a Doorman Awaiting the Arrival of her Royal Majesty.

Read what you like, not what you're told to like. That way you'll read for a lifetime.

Get someone-anyone-to read books to you. Having books read to you at any age is the supremo ultimato of living.

Heavy rains and a good book. A perfect extravagance.

Rain with an umbrella while holding hands with your lover is damned sure nice.

And I don't care what age you are, kissing in the rain is the best.

How much better does being alive get then sitting beside a warm fire amidst a misty rainy morning.

Rain with no shoes is just as much fun as rain with big rubber galoshes.

Only you can know the difference between your wants and your needs, and your sacrifice of your life's time to both.

Reading teaches us the nuances of humanity. To find the beauty of what is moral and ethical in your own actions and discover the strange subtlety of what it is to question why you should exist.

A good man lives for the joy in life and the happiness of being alive, not shackled to the wants of the future or the regrets of the past.

Start with a brand new good-morning. To your husband or your wife. To your kids. To those you work with - and don't work with. What's the harm? How difficult is it? And it isn't, and you know it. So do it.

You know there's got to be a better way of life - somewhere, sometime, somehow - but you're not exactly sure what better is.

I gather the last remnants of the evening’s breeze, so cool and lazy within my arms, feeling it curl up like a small and innocent kitten.

Spring is a time to make up a big bouquet of flowers for someone you love, or are trying to love, or are in love with.

Make doing your best a habit, and you’ll never know not doing your best.

Your time is your time. Be awake to it. It's hard work to be wisely alive.

Dream young. Don't settle for old - for to be old is to be superstitious and without curiosity and always questioning your faith. And be ferocious in your dreaming - run like a sun's explosion, and skip across bluing waves, and dance upon tips of swan feathers.

But more importantly in my book of life, it's what you can't buy with money that is often more important than what you can buy.

If you don’t know how to grow old, don’t start learning how to grow old.

Money may buy you the means to a happiness, but it cannot buy happiness itself.

Marriage is love put to it's ultimate test - the grindstone of life. Where the idealism of love meets the everydayness of marriage.

Marriage is not the beginning of the journey, nor the end - it is the journey.

HungerYou are only here now, and then you are gone. So be hungry. Hunger toward beauty. Hunger toward love. Hunger towards the unimaginable and unthinkable.

Sunrise - a time when all truths are still clean and enviable.

Living isn't always red bows and birthday balloons.

When do you become a man? Becoming a man means doing the right thing even though it may be hard or difficult. Boys do what is easiest. A man does what is right, whether easy or not.

While all the universe and my family are still sleeping, I will walk among the red and blue twinkle-lights of the living room, to sit and gaze upon the pretty white angel atop the tree and say silent prayers, remembering what was good in the world and why I was brought here to remember.

I want to remember...Smelling your newness upon this earth. The baby-Jesus smell as Grandma used to put it. Pure. Unsullied. Like the imagined smell in the twirling air of eiderdown feathers spin-floating around the yard on a new spring day.

You might want more time in your life to attempt the things you like to do, and not just perform the things you have to do.

A Good Man. Every night, like a question-and-answer prayer, my son and I recite...What are you going to be? And he says...An honest man. A fair man. A courageous man. And a good man. That's the most important thing, Papa. And my job is finally done. For the night.

These Moments Cascade Upon One Another"Here at shepherd's dusk, in a valley without echo, I listen for you. With a frayed longing, I hear your shadow voice whispering within me from far away. I grasp at what is left of this husky sun lying golden upon the upper meadows of lodge pole and bear grass. I gather the last remnants of the evening's breeze, so cool and lazy within my arms, feeling it curl up like a small and innocent kitten. And I see that behind a cloak of clouds, dalliance suits the c

I remember once kissing you, your face lit by northern stars. Promising to grow old with you, and now so simply breaking the promise.

I travel to be replenished with beauty, for travel makes the beauty of this world seem like a Christmas that never ends.

Respect both what you need to know and what you don't need to know. Respect mystery, for mystery is still needed to run the universe." -- The Legacy Letters, by Carew Papritz"Things I didn't know.

I travel because it makes me realize how much I haven't seen, how much I'm not going to see, and how much I still need to see."- The Legacy Letters, by Carew Papritz