Quotes About Impact

Your ability to influence others depends on how well you lead yourself.

Blondes make the best victims. They're like virgin snow that shows up the bloody footprints.

Blondes make the best victims. They're like virgin snow that shows up the bloody footprints.

A classic is a book that survives the circumstances that made it possible yet alone keeps those circumstances alive.

Archduke Ferdinand of Austria had been assassinated on June 28

just to be in his presence was an experience. It was what made Shackleton so great a leader.

The days will grow to weeks, the weeks to months,The months will add themselves and make the years,The years will roll into the centuries,And mine will ever be a name of scorn.

The last great Englishman is low.

I intend to leave after my death a large fund for the promotion of the peace idea, but I am skeptical as to its results.

It is the business of the future to be dangerous; and it is among the merits of science that it equips the future for its duties.

That's the penalty we have to pay for our acts of foolishness - someone else always suffers for them.

Live amongst people in such a manner that if you die they weep over you and if you are alive they crave for your company.

This 'mantra' of race, class, and gender has now led to a new and to some extent almost separate field of research under the umbrella term of 'intersectionality' studies, which includes within its research framework an understanding that age, disability, and citizenship also have differential impacts on majority and minority communities and individuals.

A game one of my sisters will play with me in my first year of being alive is called Good Baby, Bad Baby. This consists of being told I am a good baby until I smile and laugh, then being told I am a bad baby until I burst into tears. This training will stand me in good stead all through my life.

I fall in love. More figuratively speaking, I am walking along the road one day when out of nowhere I am struck by lightning.

She had entered him like he was water. Like he was a dictionary and she was a word he hadn't known was in him. Or she had entered him more simply, like he was a door and she opened him, leaving him standing ajar as she walked straight in.

Mess up my climate, I'll fuck with your lives. Your lives are a nothing to me. I'll yank daffodils out of the ground in December. I'll block up your front door in April with snow and blow down that tree so it cracks your roof open. I'll carpet your house with the river. But I'll be the reason your own sap's reviving. I'll mainline the light to your veins.

In her dream, she slapped the past in its face.

Are we at mercy of technology or is technology at mercy of us?

No art has ever really changed anything.

I suppose the fact that we're all a lot more accustomed to blatancy these days means that blatancy itself has to get even more blatant, her mother says.

Say that the berries on a tree fermented / say that some birds ate them got drunk demented / couldn't fly straight flew straight into instead / wall of an office block and fell down dead / down on the pavement people undeterred / stepping over the mound of broken bird

She is not a girl. She is a block of stone. She is a piece of wall. She is something against which other things impact without her permission or understanding.

Like always having the sound of someone drilling a hole in a wall, not your wall, but a wall like very close to you, George said. Like, say you wake up one morning to the noise of someone along the road having work done on his or her house and you don't just hear the drilling happening, you feel it in your own house, though it's actually happening several houses away.