Knowledge is like money: to be of value it must circulate, and in circulating it can increase in quantity and, hopefully, in value.
Louis L'AmourRead
When I die, remember that what you knew of me is with you always. What is buried is only the shell of what was. Do not regret the shell, but remember the man. Remember the father.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the lasting impact of a person's essence beyond their physical presence.
Louis L'Amour's quote speaks to the enduring nature of personal relationships and the memories we carry of those who have passed away. He encourages the living to cherish the qualities and experiences shared with the deceased rather than focus on their physical absence, suggesting that a person's true legacy lies in the love and connections they fostered during their life.
In practice
This quote can be used in a eulogy to celebrate the life of a loved one.
Knowledge is like money: to be of value it must circulate, and in circulating it can increase in quantity and, hopefully, in value.
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