Quotes About Impact

Unless you count the way the words sink into Neil, the way his life feels a little more solid than it did five minutes before.

truth is, thinking about depression depresses the shit out of me.

But whether or not you are here, you are here—because these words are for you, and they wouldn't exist if you weren't here in some way.

indelible, adj. That first night, you took your finger and pointed to the top of my head, then traced a line between my eyes, down my nose, over my lips, my chin, my neck, to the center of my chest. It was so surprising, I knew I would never mimic it. That one gesture would be yours forever.

i have no idea why anyone would want to become a teacher. i mean, you have to spend the day with a group of kids who either hate your guts or are kissing up to you to get a good grade.

I wondered: Did mom and Darren hurt us more by what they did or by what they didn't do? Which wounds us more-the hostile presence or the absent kindness?

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There's no getting over that.

We were walking home late from a bar—and the term walking is used loosely here, because you were doing something between a skip and a stumble—and suddenly you started singing out your love for me. My name and everything, loud enough to reach the top floors of all the buildings. I should have told you to stop, but I didn't want you to stop. I didn't mind if your love for me woke people up. I didn't mind if it somehow sneaked into their sleep.

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always in your heart.

i have no idea why anyone would want to become a teacher. i mean, you have to spend the day with a group of kids who either hate your guts or are kissing up to you to get a good grade. that has to get to you after a while, being surrounded by people who will never like you for any real reason.

If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. Your memories will be my most lasting impression.

We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust. That's all we ask of you. Make more than dust

Once you experience enormity, it lingers everywhere you look, and wants to be every word you say -A

tiny doesn't just sing these words - he belts them. it's like a parade coing out of his mouth. i have no doubt the words travel over lake michigan to most of canada and on to the north pole. the farmers of saskatchewan are crying. santa is turning to mrs. claus and saying 'what the fuck is that? - will grayson

You can say things over and over to yourself, but the moment you say them out loud to someone else, they become something different, like you're taking a fear and giving it a solid shape so it can actually hurt you. And when someone else says the things you're saying in your head—that has the same effect. It should feel better to be sharing it, but it also makes it less deniable.

Sei disso há algum tempo, mas você pode saber de algo durante anos sem que isso realmente o atinja.

Danny curses up a storm. And feels stupid. Because cursing in front of company at least generates an effect. Cursing alone is like taking a Hi-Liter to futility.

try not to listen to it, but when someone tells you those things enough, you can't help it. Because if they speak loud enough and often enough, that's the only voice you're able to hear.

Our kisses were seismic.

I try to tamp them down, but they're not that easy to contain. Once you experience enormity, it lingers everywhere you look, and wants to be every word you say.

You hear the phrase all the time: a brush with death. What they don't tell you is that the brush has paint on it. And once it touches you, you can't get it off. Not even if you change bodies. Because it's not the body that's been brushed - it's the mind -X

But there are moments—either in your own life or the life of the world around you—when an event looks you right in the eye and says: This is important. What are you going to do?

It's just extraordinary to me that the story I write in relative isolation can then connect with so many people, and that the meaning I put into it somehow translates into meaning for a reader. I don't think you can ever expect that.

We all have days that alter the course of our lives. Not each and every day, maybe. But a lot of them. Most of them.