Quotes About Impact

How can the removal of beauty from a world so lacking in beauty be anything but tragic?

Early impressions are hard to eradicate from the mind. When once wool has been dyed purple, who can restore it to its previous whiteness?

Dying never made a man better than he was when he was living.

Age and disease and death may destroy our physical being but it is other people who get inside us and damage our hearts and minds. The Other Side of You

Who what am I? My answer: I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I've gone which would not have happened if I had not come. Nor am I particularly exceptional in this matter; each 'I', every one of the now-six-hundred-million-plus of us, contains a similar multitude. I repeat for the last time: to understand me, you'll have to swallow the world.

because silence, too, has an echo, hollower and longer-lasting than the reverberations of any sound.

Once you have been in an earthquake you know, even if you survive without a scratch, that like a stroke in the heart, it remains in the earth's breast, horribly potential, always promising to return, to hit you again, with an even more devastating force.

Who what am I? My answer: I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I've gone which would not have happened if I had not come

children are the vessels into which adults pour their poison, and it was the poison of grown-ups which did for us.

what a leveller this remote-control gizmo was...it chopped down the heavyweight and stretched out the slight until all the set's emissions, commercials, murders, game-shows, the thousand and one varying joys and terrors of the real and the imagined, acquired an equal weight...

The people with whom you share a history: these are the people who can leave you shipwrecked and drowning.

History is the consequence not only of people's actions, but also of their forgetfulness.

The book has gone out into the world and the world has remade it.

Hayat?n sunduklar?n? kavraman?n bu kavray???n doÄŸurduÄŸu sonuçlar? d??ar? yans?tmaktan kolay olmas? gibi. Bir darbe alman?n kar??l?k verip vurmaktan kolay olmas? gibi.

say: maybe not in these words; maybe not in words at all, but in the purer language of thought; but yes, certainly, this is what was at the bottom of it all; because children are the vessels into which adults pour their poison, and it was the poison of grown-ups which did for us.

I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I've gone which would not have happened if I had not come. Nor am I particularly exceptional in this matter; each "I," every one of the now-six-hundred-million-plus of us, contains a similar multitude. I repeat for the last time: to understand me, you'll have to swallow a world.

Mr. Eagle, you are not a realized man. That is your weakness and also your power. Before one realizes oneself one has the optimism of ignorance. It can be the saving of one's life. Once realized, one faces the terror of knowing what it is you are and have done...the realized man can have a profound effect on the world about him; he must bear the consequences, and guilt, of that as well...

Who what am I? My answer: I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I've gone which would not have happened if I had not come.

Any new idea is asked two questions. The first is asked when it's weak: What kind of an idea are you? Are you the kind the compromises, does deals, accommodates itself to society? Aims to find a niche to survive? Or are you the cursed, bloody-minded ram rod type of damn fool notion that would rather break than sway with the breeze? The kind, that almost certainly, ninety-nine times out of a hundred , be smashed to bits, but the hundredth time will change the world?

Things – even people – have a way of leaking into each other,' I explain, 'like flavours when you cook. Ilse Lubin's suicide, for example, leaked into old Aadam and sat there in a puddle until he saw God.

That's the least of it. The most of it is, he was always careless with people's hearts. He never took any responsibility for what he broke.

fHistory is the consequence not only of people's actions, but also of their forgetfulness.

History is a consequence not only of people's actions, but also of their forgetfulness.

History is the consequence not only of people's actions, but also of their forgetfulness.