Family Legacy Quotes

“every parent will leave a personal legacy (though not all parents will leave behind an inheritance). what i give to my children or what i do for my children is not as important as what i leave in them. ”
― Reggie Joiner, Think Orange: Imagine the Impact When Church and Family Collide...

“Never venture near the toxic family war zone without your security detail of angels, spirit guides, and ancestors by your side.”
― Anthon St. Maarten

“Call it magic, call it a deep connection to the earth. It can be labeled many things, but the fact is that every woman in the Stevens line has had some special ability. Your great-grandmother, my grandma Emma, could bake pies that inspired people to tell the truth. One bite of her apple streusel crumb pie and a man would confess to an affair. A forkful of her peach cobbler and feuding siblings would apologize for their mistakes and make up. I'm told her cherry pie was especially popular for making shy beaus finally declare their true love and propose to their sweethearts.”
― Rachel Linden, Recipe for a Charmed Life

“Keep our legacy alive, mon amour. Keep our children free."
It highlights the self-sacrificing nature of love and the enduring impact of one's actions on those who follow”
― Paulson Gracie, L'Esprit de Grand-Mère Meets The Heirs From Hell

“It hit me then that my family is gone, really gone, and even though I have ll these kids, they'll never know my family, so in a way they'll never know me, because they don't know me with my family. I don't have a context for my children.”
― Martha Moody, Best Friends

“Never venture near the toxic family war zone without your security detail of angels, spirit guides and ancestors by your side.”
― Anthon St. Maarten

“What are you trying to tell me?" she repeated, picking up the little clover stem from the edge of her plate and twirling it between her fingers. She thought of what Star had told her about her gift, that she brought clarity to people with her cooking. Would it work for her? Could she bring clarity to her own heart?
On impulse, she pulled off the four leaves of the clover and sprinkled them over the omelet. Why not give it a try? Clover was edible, with a slightly lemony flavor. Not a terribly appealing plant to eat, but tolerable in small quantities.
"Today I ask for faith, hope, love, and luck," she whispered, not at all sure this was going to work. "Please show me what I need to see." As she spoke the words, she realized she was not petitioning Julia but speaking to the island, to the Stevens women--- Star and Emma and Helen--- and to her own heart. She didn't know who or what was sending her these signs in the form of four-leaf clovers. Perhaps it was the island as Star suspected, or the universe, or Emma and Helen. The origin was a mystery, and in a way, the source didn't really matter. She just wanted to know what it all meant. What were the four-leaf clovers trying to reveal to her?”
― Rachel Linden, Recipe for a Charmed Life

“Our family's gift is so old no one quite remembers when or how it all began. All I can do is tell you what was told to me by my mother when I was sixteen--- a story, I'm sure, that was told to her by her mother when she became of age.
Our family is the keeper of an enchanted substance. To me, it is like sugar. Others have called it powder, sand, and even fairy dust. No matter what you call it, its power doesn't change, and the power it contains must be protected and respected. Our family's gift has the power to create. "Create what?" you might ask. Anything the pure heart desires.
Our family has always had cooks, bakers, and medicine women. These professions are the perfect vehicle for using the substance, and this special gift chooses the next person in the family who will guard it. Once in a lifetime, the keeper of the gift is allowed to use it. There are no rules other than this--- it can only be used once by the keeper. How and when the keepers use the gift is up to them.”
― Jennifer Moorman, The Baker's Man

“It was clear that Meredith was special. Extraordinary, like Redbud had been. A conjurer.
And then there was Cliff. The first seer in the family in five generations. He could see snatches of the future, but also people's emotions and the hidden qualities of things.
They, not Lee, would be the ones to perpetuate the tradition and continue Belva's work. Lee would always be there to support them and to spend a day or a night around the fire. But she didn't want to dedicate her life to it.
Lee had started looking at the counseling graduate program at the university a few hours away. She may not be powerful like her mother or Meredith, but she could roam around a person's internal landscape. She wanted to help people like her mother. She knew how seemingly impossible it was to treat addiction, and that was a challenge she wanted to meet. The quest for knowledge was where she'd thrived all those years ago, and she wanted to return to it. That was where she belonged. And now she would use it to serve her community, as generations of Bucks had done before her.”
― Alli Dyer, Strange Folk

“I never knew where he got them all or why he needed so many, but they seemed to hold a piece of him, a secret story woven into the thick black fabric.”
― Scarlet Ibis James, Scarlet Yearnings: Stories of Love and Desire

“You, Brigid, and Phoebe must begin the revolution."
"Brigid?" The name didn't ring any bells.
In a flash the serene flower child was gone. In her place was a pissed-off mom. "Oh, for fuck's sake," Flora said. "Your mother didn't tell you about Brigid?"
"I guess not," Sybil replied. "Who is she?"
Flora shook her head in disbelief. "Your aunt. She uses her father's last name, Laguerre, as a stage name."
"Brigid Laguerre?" The shock sent Sybil's mind reeling. "Holy shit. That's why I was never allowed to see her movies? The Queen of the Dark is my aunt?"
"Yes, and she'll be here on Wild Hill soon. Your mother will be coming as well."
"Good," Sibyl said darkly. "I can't wait."
"I'm expecting you to keep the peace when they get here."
Sibyl refused with a shake of her head. "Me? Oh, hell no. I have a bone to pick with Mommy Dearest.”
― Kirsten Miller, The Women of Wild Hill

“There, just as she'd known they would be, were the ancestors. Sadie, the redheaded matriarch, dressed as the huntress in a short white tunic and sandals. Ivy and Rose, the golden twins, one fair and one feral. Lilith, the dark, in her somber tweeds and red lipstick. And Flora, in a gown of flowers that left an alluring scent in her wake.”
― Kirsten Miller, The Women of Wild Hill

“I gathered the courage to enter the room and finally meet the woman who brought me into this world. We are connecting at the end of her life for the first time.”
― Samantha Smiley, The Orphan of Lady Liberty: A Tale of Hope, Betrayal, and Triumph of the Human Spirit