Quotes About Impact

I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.

One death is the parent of a thousand lives

it made me wonder whether the brothers karamazov would have ever come down to us as a classic if its title had been the karamzov brothers.

If I stayed a football player, my career would have been over 20 years ago. As it is, my knees are shot. I found I got the same good feeling in acting that I had in sports, but I found I could have a more profound impact on people.

Anyone with even the remotest understanding of EMP and the threat to the nation should have been going insane before it hit.

You can crush a man with journalism.

The hand that rocks the cradleIs the hand that rules the world.

Wars have an unpleasant habit of evolving in ways that none of the participants anticipated. When, in the summer of 1914, Europe resounded with cries of "A Berlin!" or "Nach Paris!", no one imagined the Somme, or Verdun, or the starvation blockade of Germany that killed 750,000 civilians.

Whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good dead in a naughty world.

It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

Affection! thy intention stabs the center:Thou dost make possible things not so held,Communicat'st with dreams.

Yet the first bringer of unwelcome newsHath but a losing office, and his tongueSounds ever after as a sullen bell,Remember'd knolling a departing friend.

She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star.

Thou hast done a deed whereat valor will weep.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well and yet words are not deeds.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.

How long a time lies in one little word!

Worse than the sun in MarchThis praise doth nourish agues.

A hit, a very palpable hit.

I could a tale unfold whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,Thy knotted and combined locks to part,And each particular hair to stand an end,Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.

'Tis well said again;And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well:And yet words are no deeds.