Quotes About Impact

This much is sure: if Kate hadn't gone back to Doc Holiday on the afternoon of June 10th, 1878, you never would have heard of him. You wouldn't know the names of Wyatt Earp, or any of his brothers. The Clantons and McLaurys would be utterly forgotten. And Tombstone would be nothing more than an Arizona ghost town with an ironic name. Too late now.

Whatever you worship will consume you, Dong-Sing wrote one week. Bob Wright worships money. Wyatt Earp worships justice. Eddie Foy worships applause. Doc worships home and family, as I do. How will this consume us?

A tale begins and where it ends, matters. Who tells the story and why, that makes all the difference.

I honestly don't know if the world would be better or worse if we all held ourselves to the vows of our youth.

If the wrong reader comes across the words, they will remain just words. But for the right readers, your vision blooms off the page and is absorbed into their minds like smoke, where it will re-form, whole and alive, fully adapted to its new environment.

He took my hand with an indifferent aggressive snatch. It felt like he could have put his hand through my rib cage, grabbed my heart, squeezed it's little to see how it felt, then let it go.

Most morally ominous: from the second you choose one event over another, you're shaping the past's meaning.

I pushed the button to shut the TV off. The picture shrank to a little blue star that hurtled backwards through the swampy dark.

have added something to knowledge and helped others to add more; and these somethings have a value that differs in degree only, and not in kind, from that of the creations of the great mathematicians, or any of the other artists, great or small, who have left some kind of memorial behind them.

At unexpected points in life, everyone gets waylaid by the colossal force of recollection.

nothing matters but the quality of the affection— in the end—that has carved the trace in the mind dove

Leechfield Will Grease The Planet!

We've also bought three billboards, one over near the Bay Pines VA hospital, the other on I-75, north of the first Tampa exit, and the third on U.S. 19 in Clearwater.

our dominant technology shapes our symbolism and thereby our metaphysics, our view about what is real.

She wondered if Howard, if Ken, would ever know love as she knew it. How would it come to them? It comes, she thought, not as affection or admiration, or any sentiment, but as if one suffered a blow, an impact; as if two elements rushed together and became one. It is all one can do to hold up under it. One is changed, and struggles along as a blinded, bewildered, changed being.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful.

I would like people to remember of me, how inexhaustible was her mindfulness.

Okay, I said. But remember, you can't fix everything in the world for everybody. "However," said Ricky, "you can't do anything at all unless you begin. Haven't I heard you say that once or twice, or maybe a hundred times?

Finally, the slick mountains of love break over us.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

You are perhaps wondering, as I did, why they don't use crash test dummies. This is the other side of the equation. A dummy can tell you how much force a crash is unleashing on various dummy body parts, but without knowing how much of a blow a real body part can take, the information is useless.

This is a book about notable achievements made while dead.