Quotes About Impact

Not just his cross," Josip intoned. Vigor matched his friend's tearful gaze and knew the truth. It held his skull, too. Vigor was struck

All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.

He was a man whom prosperity harmed.

A child's learning is a function more of the characteristics of his classmates than those of the teacher.

We can make up for our actions. But for our inactions, what we fail to do ...

You always remember your first overdose.

His absence has only made him more present.

The ubiquity of alcoholism in Chelsea and neighboring Irish waterfront communities can scarcely be overstated:

He had never seen a gunshot wound. He kept asking what if felt like? dull or sharp? an ache or a burn? My head was spinning and naturally I could give him no kind of coherent answer but I remember thinking dimly that it was sort of like the first time I got drunk, or slept with a girl; not quite what one expected, really, but once it happened it couldn't be any other way. Neon lights: Motel 6, Dairy Queen. Colors so bright, they nearly broke my heart.

It used to be a perfectly ordinary day but now it sticks up on the calendar like a rusty nail.)

Her death the dividing mark: Before and After. And though it's a bleak thing to admit all these years later, still I've never met anyone who made me feel loved the way she did. Everything came alive in her company; she cast a charmed theatrical light about her so that to see anything through her eyes was to see it in brighter colors than ordinary

though some of those casual remarks and private jokes assumed a horrific significance much later. Towards the end of that term, for instance, Bunny had a maddening habit of breaking out into choruses of "The Farmer in the Dell"; I found it merely annoying and could not understand the violent agitation to which it provoked the rest of them: not knowing then, as I do now, that it must have chilled them all to the bone.

I was very taken with the idea that a person might notice in passing some bewitching stranger and remember her for the rest of his life.

Intentionally or no: I had extinguished a light at the heart of the world.

He did touch people's lives, the lives of strangers, in an entirely unanticipated way. It was they who really mourned him - or what they thought was him - with a grief that was no less sharp for not being intimate with its object.

That Mossberg, Boris said to me, accepting the bottle passed over the front seat. Evil dirty thing. Sawed off--? sprays pellets here to Hamburg. Aim it way the fuck away from everyone and still you will hit half the people in the room.

Si un cuadro te llega de verdad al corazón y cambia tu forma de mirar, de pensar, de sentir, no piensas: «Oh, me encanta este cuadro porque es universal» o «Me encanta este cuadro porque habla a toda la humanidad». Esa no es la razón por la que alguien ama una obra de arte. Es un susurro secreto desde un callejón: «Psss. Eh, chico. Sí, tú».

The significance doesn't matter. The historical significance deadens it.

Se uma pintura realmente se nos entranha no coração e muda a maneira como vemos e pensamos e sentimos, não dizemos para connosco: Oh, adoro esta pintura porque é universal. Adoro esta pintura porque diz algo a toda a humanidade. Não é essa a razão por que quem quer que seja adora uma peça de arte.

Who knew it was in my power to make anyone so happy? Or that I could ever be so happy myself?

They are not dead who live in lives they leave behind. In those whom they have blessed they live a life again.

Lincoln replied that he was more than willing to die, but that he had "done nothing to make any human being remember that he had lived, and that to connect his name with the events transpiring in his day and generation and so impress himself upon them as to link his name with something that would redound to the interest of his fellow man was what he desired to live for.

When Taft gives way to his (anger), one reporter observed, it is to inflict a merciless thrashing upon its victim, for whom thereafter he has no use whatsoever. With Roosevelt is a case of powder and spark; there is a vivid flash and a deafening roar, but when the smoke is blown away, it is the end.

Don't hit till you have to, but, when you do hit, hit hard.