Quotes About Impact

El afecto, la amistad y el amor no son palabras huecas sino verbos vivos: si quieres saber, pregunta; si pretendes ayudar, actúa; si quieres cambiar, no esperes. A menudo son los pequeños gestos los que mueven el mundo.

After a miscarriaged pause, the mayor's wife edged forward and picked up the book. She was battered and beaten up, and not from smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words.

Markus Zusak

Tu sei il mio migliore amico, Ed». «Lo so.» Si può uccidere un uomo con una frase come questa.

i'm haunted by humans

Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished, just to stay near it.

E o riso dele? Er aalgo absolutamente dominador. Ninguém tinha a menor chance diante dele

Words are heavy...The words were stapled to her.

There was once a strange, small man. But there was a world shaker, too.

En ese momento Liesel lo notó en los hombros: el dolor, el impacto del rechazo definitivo.

That would make two weeks, she would later write in the basemen. Two weeks to change the world, and fourteen days to ruin it.

What good were the words? She said it audibly now, to the orange-lit room. "What good are the words?

The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words. She

THE BEST word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest.

You're my best friend, Ed." "I know." You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.

Certainly, war meant dying, but it always shifted the ground beneath a person's feet when it was someone who had once lived and breathed in close proximity.

Ho lasciato le mie impronte sul mondo, per quanto piccole.

Even inaction is a powerful choice.

How could she ever know that someone would pick her story up and carry it with him everywhere?

Salvas a alguien. Lo matas. ¿Cómo iba a saberlo el hombre?

She couldn't tell exactly where the words came from. What mattered was that they reached her. They arrived and kneeled next to her bed.

How strange it is, sometimes, which conversations or events stays with us while so much else melts as fast as April snow.

Even in these first days together, it is very clear that this feeling of mine for the stranger has trumped all the other adventures in my life. It has shuffled everything and everyone else I thought I was moving toward or away from.

The problem with a book is that you never know what it's planning to do to you until you're too far into it.