Quotes About Impact

Stand by for the lovely concussion.

And when he died, I suddenly realized i wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again...Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.

And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again

It fell to the floor, an exquisite thing, a small thing that could upset balances and knock down a line of small dominoes and then big dominoes and then gigantic dominoes, all down the years across Time. Eckels' mind whirled. It couldn't change things. Killing one butterfly couldn't be that important! Could it?

Silly words, silly words, silly awful hurting words.

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. He will have plenty of places to choose from. RIP

A great thunderstorm of sound gushed from the walls. Music bombarded him at such an immense volume that his bones were almost shaken from their tendons; he felt his jaw vibrate, his eyes wobble in his head.

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies...A child or a book or a painting or a...garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there... The difference between the man who cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching..

Once the bomb release was yanked, it was finished. Now, a full three seconds, all of the time in history, before the bombs struck, the enemy ships themselves were gone half around the visible world, like bullets in which a savage islander might not believe because they were invisible; yet the heart is suddenly shattered, the body falls in separate motions, and the blood is astonished to be freed on the air; the brain squanders its few precious memories and, puzzled, dies.

I believe in having fun first, and along the way, if you teach people, if you influence people, well and good.

He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them just the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man.

If this goes on . . ." fiction takes an element of life today, something clear and obvious and normally something troubling, and asks what would happen if that thing, that one thing, became bigger, became all-pervasive, changed the way we thought and behaved.

Un libro es un arma cargada en la casa de al lado ... ¿Quién sabe cuál puede ser el objetivo del hombre que ha leído mucho?

ridges of his thumbprint. He touched me. As I said

Biz Dünyal?lar, büyük ve güzel ÅŸeyleri y?kmak konusunda hünerliyizdir.

They don't know that this is all one huge big blazing meteor that makes a pretty fire in space, but that someday it'll have to hit.

Le téléviseur est réel. Il est présent. Il a ses dimensions. Il vous dit ce qu'il faut penser, vous le hurle à la figure. Il doit avoir raison. Il semble avoir raison. Il vous pousse à un tel rythme vers ses conclusions que votre esprit n'a pas le temps de s'écrier: C'est idiot.

Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them just the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man. I've never gotten over his death. Often I think what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died. How many jokes are missing from the world, and how many homing pigeons untouched by his hands. He shaped the world. He did things to the world. The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on.

V?y Ä'ó! Má»™t cu?n sách là má»™t kh?u súng Ä'ã n?p ??n trong c?n nhà bên c?nh. ??t nó Ä'i. TÆ°á»›c phát ??n kh?i kh?u súng kia Ä'i. Xé to?c tâm trí con ng??i Ä'i. Ai bi?t ???c k? nào có th? là Ä'ích ng?m c?a ng??i ??c rá»™ng?

He shaped the world. He did things to the world. The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on.

Chacun doit laisser quelque chose derrière soi à sa mort, disait mon grand-père. Un enfant, un livre, un tableau, une maison. (...) Quelque chose que la main a touché d'une façon ou d'une autre pour que l'âme ait un endroit où aller après la mort.

A book is a loaded gun in the house next door.

So! A book is a loaded gun in the house next door. Burn it. Take the shot from the weapon. Breach man's mind. Who knows who might be the target of a well-read man?