Quotes About Impact

FOR I CAN SEE THE BALANCE AND YOU HAVE LEFT THE WORLD MUCH BETTER THAN YOU FOUND IT, AND IF YOU ASK ME, said Death, NOBODY COULD DO ANY BETTER THAN THAT. . . .

There was a man and he had eight sons. Apart from that, he was nothing more than a comma on the page of History. It's sad, but that's all you can say about some people.

No one remembers the singer. The song remains.

TO CHANGE THE FATE OF ONE INDIVIDUAL IS TO CHANGE THE WORLD.

Nanny Ogg never did any housework herself, but she was the cause of housework in other people.

Stories don't care who takes part in them. All that matters is that the story gets told, that the story repeats. Or, if you prefer to think of it like this: stories are a parasitical life form, warping lives in the service only of the story itself.

All he knew was that you couldn't hope to try for the big stuff, like world peace and happiness, but you might just about be able to achieve some tiny deed that'd make the world, in a small way, a better place. Like shooting someone.

Oh, we're always all right. You remember that. We happen to other people. -Nanny Ogg

Words have always had the power to change the world.

The moments that change your life are the ones that happen suddenly, like the one where you die.

No one actually saw it land, which raised the interesting philosophical point: When millions of tons of angry elephant come spinning through the sky, but there is no one to hear it, does it - philosophically speaking - make a noise?

IN MY EXPERIENCE, SUSAN, WITHIN THEIR HEADS TOO MANY HUMANS SPEND A LOT OF TIME IN THE MIDDLE OF WARS THAT HAPPENED CENTURIES AGO.

no one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away—until the clock he wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone's life, they say, is only the core of their actual existence.

We ain't going to curse anyone," said Granny firmly. "It hardly ever works if they don't know you've done it.

Silence fell like a hammer made of feathers. It left holes in the shape of the sound of the sea.

In the Ramtop village where they dance the real Morris dance, for example, they believe that no one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away—until the clock he wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone's life, they say, is only the core of their actual existence.

It was so loud and so deep, it wasn't really sound at all, just something that turned the air hard and then hit you with it.

Writing stays. It fastens words down. A man can speak his mind and some nasty wee scuggan will write it down and who knows what he'll do with those words? Ye might as weel nail a man's shadow tae the wall!

It takes a long time for people like Vorbis to die. They leave echoes in history.

I was just a kid then. But I won't forget. Nor will others. There's lots of people with reason to hate the Church.

YOU KNOW WHEN YOU SAID THAT SEEING ME GAVE YOU QUITE A START? Yes? I GAVE YOU QUITE A STOP.

Witches know that people die; and if they manages to die after a long time, leavin' the world better than they went an' found it, well then, that's surely a reason to be happy. All the rest of it is just tidyin' up.

I mean, doesn't it change history even if you just tread on an ant?' 'For the ant, certainly,' said Qu.

There's nothing more terrible than someone out to do the world a favor.