Quotes About Impact

A hundred failures would not matter, when a single success could change the destiny of the world.

The most trifling events can, in a mere moment of time, totally change the course of a man's life. And often it is not possible, even at the end, to decide whether the change was for better or for worse.

Cuando la belleza es universal pierde su poder de conmovernos, y sólo su falta logra producir algún efecto emocional.

The more wonderful the means of communication, the more trivial, tawdry, or depressing its contents seemed to be. Accidents, crimes, natural and man-made disasters, threats of conflict, gloomy editorials—these still seemed to be the main concern of the millions of words being sprayed into the ether. Yet Floyd also wondered if this was altogether a bad thing; the newspapers of Utopia, he had long ago decided, would be terribly dull. From

Se necesita una educación muy mala para que el daño sea permanente.

L'homme c'est rien—l'oeuvre c'est tout

No tiene importancia alguna lo que usted haga en este mundo. La cuestión es lo que pueda usted hacer creer a los demás que usted ha realizado.

Some people's affability is more deadly than the violence of coarser souls.

What might have happened to them to make them the way they were? It did not change what they now did, but it changed, profoundly, how he perceived their motivations, their place in the world.

They trample as many as they kill.

If the Prodigy Mozart had any notion how much torment he might cause people who had done no harm to him, he surely would have confined himself to stickball with his friends." "I believe that particular piece was

The effect of knowing one looks one's best is enormously bracing.

Once a possum was cooked in the house, people said, twenty years later you could smell it….

And isn't it funny, she thought, that it takes two generations to kill off a man? … First him, and then his memory. …

They are dead, all of them. I am caught and tangled around by their doings. It is as if their lives left a weaving of invisible threads in the air of this house, of this town, of this county. And I stumbled and fell into them.

And isn't it funny, she thought, that it takes two generations to kill off a man? ... First him, and then his memory. . . .

The least Charles could have done,' Constance said, considering seriously, 'was shoot himself through the head in the driveway.

We are all measured, good or evil, by the wrong we do to others;

Use all the tools at your disposal. The language is infinitely flexible, and your use of it should be completely deliberate. Never forget the grotesque effect of the absolutely wrong words.

Some lives, ending as Miss Fielding's would, leave a grain of memory, like a grain of sand, in the depths of another mind, a grain of sand which is like the constant irritation under an oyster's shell, eventually to grow with coating after coating of disguising beauty into a pearl. Sometime this memory would be pried loose, in its rounded beauty, to stand by itself as an object of delight.

As he grew older, his voice became rusty and only the weeping remained—but it was the sort of weeping that could move a wall, or wake the dead.

Men mold some cities, some cities mold men.

Some cities are shaped by people, and some cities shape people.

I think so. But that doesn't have to be a bad thing. Secrets can be a burden. I mean, once you know something, that's it. You can never un-know it. You can never take that knowledge back. The innocence you had before, it's gone. You shouldn't inflict that on someone unless you really have to. Especially not someone you love.