Quotes About Impact

Enquanto baluarte, a Muralha não fazia sentido. Os hunos, os mongóis e os manchus transpuseram-na quase sem impedimento. (…) Talvez, de uma forma não intencional, ela constituísse menos uma defesa física do que uma monstruosa delimitação. Separava a civilização da barbárie, a luz das trevas.

The mind has exactly the same power as the hands: not merely to grasp the world, but to change it.

Two people, two hands, and two songs, in this case Big Shot and Bette Davis Eyes. The lyrics of the two songs provided no commentary, honest or ironic, on the proceedings. They were merely there and always underfoot, the insistent gray muck that was pop culture. It stuck to our shoes and we tracked it through our lives.

Crossing a single street transformed the way people talked, determined the size and condition of the homes, the dimension and character of the dreams.

Violence is the only lever big enough to move the world.

If you had the power to make people do what you wanted and never exercised it, what was the point of having it?

Archimedes, one of his first encyclopedia finds. Violence is the only lever big enough to move the world.

Taken individually, the link was not much. But in concert with its fellows, a mighty iron that subjugated millions despite its weakness.

Because to walk around with that in your mind and do nothing was to die.

Crossing a single street transformed the way people talked, determined the size and condition of the homes, the dimension and character of the dreams. In

Also, Archimedes, one of his first encyclopedia finds. Violence is the only lever big enough to move the world.

Even in death the boys were trouble.

Is this the truth of our historic encounter?

She flickered then, as Ruby had that morning, and he saw her as she was on that rainy afternoon under his umbrella: almond-shaped dark eyes under long lashes, delicate in her pink cardigan, edges of her mouth upturned at one of her strange jokes. Unaware of the effect she had on people. On him, all these years later.

Like the moon, you're only good and visible a few days a month. Exerting influence, pulling up whitecaps. The rest of time falling away, cut up into parts and nobody knows where you are.

We seldom know what echo our actions will find, but our stories will most certainly outlast us.

If you think of the world without people it's about the most perfect thing there ever is. It's all balanced and shit. But then come the people, and they fuck it up. It's like you got Aretha Franklin in your bedroom and she's just giving it her all, she's singing just for you, she's on fire...and then all of a sudden out pops Barry Manilow from behind the curtains.

Sometimes you've got to go up to a very high floor to see what the past has done to the present.

For all its imagined moments, literature works in unimaginable ways.

We seldom know what echo our actions will find, buy our stories will most certainly outlast us.

At Yale, when he was young and headstrong, he'd been sure that one day he'd be the very axis of the world, that his life would be one of deep impact. But every young man thought that. A condition of youth, your own importance. The mark you'd make upon the world. But a man learns sooner or later. You take your little nice and you make it your own.

Her smile could've broken glass.

Sometimes he felt as if the rubber bullet had been travelling a whole decade.

If Abir had not gone, she would not need to be remembered. Her absence, then, was her presence.