Marv Levy Quotes

I am going to miss Don Shula. I like him, and I admire him. I'm going to miss looking those 53 yards across the field and thinking, 'There is a coaching legend.'

I hope that people will remember me as a special footballer.

Having people remember something that you did 25 years ago doesn't suck.

It's not whether you win or lose, it's how many people remember you when you die.

What happens also is that a lot of those people and reporters who vote for Hall of Famers, some of the people who were around when Ray Guy was around, are deceased. And some of the reporters don't remember Ray Guy. He should have been in the Hall of Fame 15 years ago.

Chuck Daly was a man and a coach who everyone had great respect for, and to be recognized in his memory is very special.

Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.

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

If you would not be forgotten, as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write things worth the reading, or do things worth the writing.

I was blessed to have followed a legendary coach in Chuck Noll.

Our dad is recognized as being one of the great defensive coaches, probably arguably the best, in the history of the game. You can't say he's not in the top five, certainly.

I want to be remembered for my football and the pleasure I gave people.

I actually don't feel the years passing, although the younger players make sure to remind me of my age. If there's a clip of Bobby Charlton playing or a game's in black and white they'll ask: Were you playing in that Giggsy?

When we die, these are the stories still on our lips. The stories we’ll only tell strangers, someplace private in the padded cell of midnight. These important stories, we rehearse them for years in our head but never tell. These stories are ghosts, bringing people back from the dead. Just for a moment. For a visit. Every story is a ghost.

All that we know about those we have loved and lost is that they would wish us to remember them with a more intensified realization of their reality. What is essential does not die but clarifies. The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.

What does one do about the dead? They live forever.

Will history remember us, I wonder? I do hope so - to imagine that one might do something, touch an event somehow, & thereby transcend the bounds of a single human lifetime!

Most of us will be remembered, in work and in life, for just a few words or deeds that made a difference to others. The way we choose to say good-bye is likely to be one of the ways we are remembered.

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

Write to register history, and name each thing. Write what should not be forgotten.

From early on I valued the gift of memory above all others. I understood that as we grow older we carry a whole nation around inside of us, places and ways that have disappeared, believing that they are ours, that we alone hold the torch for our past, that we are as impenetrable as stone.

The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.