Quotes About Impact

H. Lurie Children's Hospital of Chicago). I have helped thousands of families understand how their children's sleep habits directly impact behavior and school performance

Le silence, c'est la meilleure production qu'on puisse faire, parce qu'il se propage : on ne le signe pas et tout le monde en profite.

What artists call posterity is the posterity of the work of art.

Those who have played a big part in one's life very rarely disappear from it suddenly for good. They return to it at odd moments … before leaving it for good.

Other people are, as a rule, so immaterial to us that, when we have entrusted to any one of them the power to cause so much suffering or happiness to ourselves, that person seems at once to belong to a different universe, is surrounded with poetry, makes of our lives a vast expanse, quick with sensation, on which that person and ourselves are ever more or less in contact.

The truth is that as we grow older we kill all those who love us by the cares we give them, by the anxious tenderness we inspire in them and constantly arouse.

I loved her; I was sorry not to have had the time and the inspiration to insult her, to do her some injury, to force her to keep some memory of me.

but at this period of history there are tasks more urgent than the manipulation of words in a harmonious manner.

and miserable it is to be to others cause of misery...

How can we ever know the difference we make to the soul of the earth? Where the infinite stillness of the earth meets the passion of the human eye, invisible depths strain towards the mirror of the name. In the word, the earth breaks silence.

The Bible's teaching on prayer leads overwhelmingly to one conclusion: Prayer changes things.

It will take away a man's usefulness in his generation.

I had begun to understand that although most Americans have no idea that lifestyles are built on exploitation, millions of people in other countries are aware of it.

It occurred to me that everything I was doing in Indonesia was more like a game than reality. It was as though we were playing a game of poker. We kept our cards hidden. We could not trust each other or count on the reliability of the information we shared. Yet, this game was deadly serious, and its outcome would impact millions of lives for decades to come.

How many decisions- including ones of great historical significance that impact millions of people- are made by men and women who are driven by personal motives rather than by a desire to do the right thing?

A thing of worth is what it can do for you, not what you choose to pay for it.

What we think, or what we know, or what we believe is, in the end, of little consequence. The only consequence is what we do.

So then, men may let their great powers lie dormant, while they employ their mean and petty powers on mean and petty objects; but it is physically impossible to employ a great power, except on a great object.

Lo que creamos o lo que pensemos, al final no tiene mayor importancia. Lo único que realmente importa es lo que hacemos

All violent feelings have the same effect. They produce in us a falseness in all our impressions of external things.

Women had been on the verge of taking over the world—the Western world, anyway. Then some sexist pig in Silicon Valley invented the cell phone and women took a sidetrack on which all four billion of them would soon be happily talking to each other twenty-four hours a day, getting nothing else done, and Men Would Be Back.

She was wondering about that when the 300-grain .338 slug ripped through her heart. Grant felt no impact, no pain. She did feel

a short distance ahead of him, once behind him, artillery shells fired with cell phones. He hadn't exactly been wounded either time, but he'd been hurt. He couldn't hear anything for a while after the second explosion and never could hear as well as he had when he enlisted. Right

there was an immensely satisfying crunch, at that perfect distance where your hand and knuckles don't feel it too much, and your shoulder takes up some of the recoil, and the nose guy's head rockets off your knuckles like a tennis ball flying off a racket.