Quotes About Impact

Shortly before death he was asked what his wishes were regarding funeral arrangements. "Don't trouble yourself, the stench will ensure that I get buried." "But", the other objected, "isn't it wrong that the body of a great man should be exposed as food for birds and dogs?" "On the contrary, " he said, "it's the part of a great man, even in death, to be of service to the living.

Few will have the greatness to bend history itself; but each of us can work to change a small portion of events, and in the total; of all those acts will be written the history of this generation.

But the greatest danger of all would be to do nothing.

It is the work that matters, not the applause that follows.

It's fascinating how often theological throwaway comes back to haunt you.

Journalism can be lethal

It's not what the vision is, it's what the vision does.

There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.

It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it strikes him that he has taken an immortal wound—that he will never get over it.

There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.

The world does not need tourists who ride by in a bus clucking their tongues. The world as it is needs those who will love it enough to change it, with what they have, where they are.

Sticks and stones will break our bones, but words will break our hearts...

You may never have proof of your importance but you are more important than you think. There are always those who couldn't do without you. The rub is that you don't always know who.

Yelling at living things does tend to kill the spirit in them. Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts...

Every person passing through this life will unknowingly leave something and take something away. Most of this "something" cannot be seen or heard or numbered or scientifically detected or counted. It's what we leave in the minds of other people and what they leave in ours. Memory. The census doesn't count it. Nothing counts without it.

Don't worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you.

How could the death of someone you had never met affect you so?

How often were you aware, while it happened, that you were living an hour that would change the course of your life forever?

But as I'm not going around killing people I don't like, I don't think there's much wrong with admitting some people contribute more to the world than others.' 'So you don't subscribe to "any man's death diminishes me"?' said Robin. 'I wouldn't feel remotely diminished by the deaths of some of the bastards I've met.

Time had eroded all shock value.

Now the sound of her voice, and her laughter, acted on him as it usually did, by making everything seem fractionally less awful.

She was a great improver of people, Margot—whether they wished to be improved or not,

Tis a strange mystery, the power of words! Life is in them, and death. A word can send The crimson colour hurrying to the cheek, Hurrying with many meanings, or can turn The current cold and deadly to the heart.

there are words that can never be unsaid or forgotten...