Quotes About Impact

I don't want to make money I want to make a difference.

And now, I'm just trying to change the world, one sequin at a time.

I hope when I'm dead I'll be considered an icon, though.

Even so,—a million years after we shall have ceased to view the sun,—will the gladness and grief of our own lives pass with richer music into other hearts—there to bestir, for one mysterious moment, some deep and exquisite thrilling of voluptuous pain.

A cruel critic has never made anything; his glibness is a way of inflicting his emptiness on others.

The Requerimiento and Its Interpreters" by Lewis Hanke in Revista de Historia de América.

I will give them nightmares to haunt their dreams long after I'm gone.

The worst moment of one's life could be seared into the memory, brighter than any joy.

We can't expect the world to be better than we make it.

One's own life: an instrument for the shaping of the world.

Being near her was like balancing on a tipping world, trying to keep your footing as the ground wanted to roll you forward, hurl you into a spiral from which there was no recovery, only impact, and it was a longed-for impact, a sweet and beckoning collision.

It was as if she had emitted a pulse of radiation that reached him even where he stood, and it bathed him and it burned him.

Sparrow launched the plum. It was close range, and hit Ruby on her collarbone. She said, "Ow!" though it hadn't really hurt. Rubbing at the place of impact, she glared at Sparrow. "Is that it, then? Have you spent your wrath?" "Yes," said Sparrow, dusting off her palms. "It was on-plum wrath." "How sad for Feral. He was only worth one plum. Won't he mope when we tell him.

Do the thing. Kill the monster. Change the world.

he had accepted life as a medium for action. Something to wield like a tool. One's own life: an instrument for shaping the world.

Those words were like… they were like seeing a bloody knife. You didn't need to have witnessed the stabbing to understand what it meant.

He led, and Ziri knew firsthand how his fearlessness spread like wildfire in the fray. It was what made him great.

The moon on a bracelet and the sun in a jar... We really wreak havoc on the heavens, don't we?

Barmhärtighet föder barmhärtighet, på samma sätt som blodsutgjutelse föder blodsutgjutelse Vi kan inte förvänta oss att världen blir bättre än vi gör den (s. 193).

Às vezes, um momento é tão marcante que corta um espaço no tempo e fica girando ali, enquanto o mundo se apressa ao seu redor.

You matter.

Ima take you out ya misery, and after this they gonna put you in the social study book, cuz you history

A boo is a lot louder than a cheer.

The real 1960s began on the afternoon of November 22, 1963. It came to seem that Kennedy's murder opened some malign trap door in American culture, and the wild bats flapped out.