Quotes About Impact

I worry a lot about people using games just for marketing, to get people to buy more stuff, which I think would be the worst possible use.

There's the good and the bad aspects to Social Media. What I do find great is how much social media has changed businesses and the way they structure their marketing.

I have heard people giving different testimonies about what the music has done for them, for their children, for their life, for their marriages. It's a strength to people.

If you stood up and told the truth in the wrong way, it was not true any longer, though it might be as powerful as ever.

Germany's crime is the greatest crime the world has ever known, because it is not on the scale of History: it is on the scale of Evolution.

In September 2013, the panel of 209 lead authors and 600 contributing authors, from 39 nations, poring over 9,200 scientific publications, came to these landmark conclusions: global warming is "unequivocal," sea levels are rising, ice packs are melting, and if we continue at this pace we "will cause further warming and changes in all components of the climate." However, they added, we can slow the process down if we begin at once.

30 to 40 percent of the world's Jews were killed during World War II, but not that 80 to 90 percent of the Orthodox community perished

Even in your world, people have died for words. Sometimes they've died of them. One learns to be careful what one says in such a world. And like anything so powerful, like any weapon, words cut both ways. They redeem and betray—sometimes both at once. The attribute we name as a virtue may also turn out to be our bane. So we watch what we call things—in case we should turn out to be right.

We're killing lots of dinosaurs though. The trains are helping." "The TRAINS are—" "Only one derailed so far," Urruah said cheerfully.

I've always had this feeling that there should be some loud noise when that happens," Jim said to Harb. "A bang, or a thunderclap or something.

But she had that laugh, and the sound of it was so beautiful that when you heard it, it was as if your eyes saw her through your ears and she was transformed.

Families are webs. Impossible to touch one part of it without setting the rest vibrating.

I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life and there has never been a time when reading was not my greatest joy. And yet I cannot pretend that the reading I have done in my adult years matches in its impact on my soul the reading I did as a child. I still believe in stories. I still forget myself when I am in the middle of a good book. Yet it is not the same.

Joe the storyteller was remembered at the Swan for a long, long time. And though eventually there came a day when the man himself was forgotten, his stories lived on.

No matter how banal the contents, there is always something that touches me. For someone now dead once thought these words significant enough to write them down.

endings that are muted, but which echo longer in the memory than louder, more explosive denouements.

My words flew like birds into a pane of glass.

What's the value of happiness that can only come at the price of another person's despair?

It doesn't do to get attached to these secondary characters. It's not their story. They come and go, and when they go, they're gone for good.

Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you.

I cannot pretend that the reading I have done in my adult years matches in its impact on my soul the reading I did as a child.

I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life and there has never been a time when reading was not my greatest joy. And yet I cannot pretend that the reading I have done in my adult years matches in its impact on my soul the reading I did as a child.

Miss Lea, it does not do to get attached to these secondary characters It's not their story. They come, they go, and when they go they're gone for good. That's all there is to it.

Pero ¿qué tormenta golpea en silencio?