Quotes About Significance

It's funny how sometimes the people we remember the least make the greatest impression on us.

What matters is the effect, not the process.

Hayat?m?za giren herkes deÄŸerlidir ama herkes özel deÄŸildir. Sayg? hepsine, sevgi lay?k olana verilir.

Although she hadn't realized it at the time, Charlotte now understood that proximity mattered.

Life is worthwhile in itself

Why should we take the diversity of human cultures less seriously than the diversity of animal or plant species? Ought not our just desire to preserve our environment extend to the human environment itself? Our world would be a dreary place, both from the natural and from the cultural point of view, if the only surviving species were those we consider "useful," together with a few we judge to be decorative or that have acquired symbolic value.

What's a year in comparison with eternity? what's a day? an hour? a second? Such measures have meaning only for a heart that's still beating.

Bien des instants emblématiques qui ont façonné notre époque, de la chute du mur de Berlin à la chute des tours jumelles de Manhattan, trouvent leur origine dans les événements de « cette année-l?…

When one remembers a scene from the past in which one is with a loved one who is now dead, it is not like a memory at all, but like a dream one is having before his death, a premonition. In this dream which preceded death, the person is tranquil and happy, and yet, without reason, you know he is to die. When we recall the dead, the past becomes a dream we are dreaming foretelling death, though in our waking moments we cannot properly interpret it or give it significance.

Echo of your thoughts has greater impact on the world than your actions.

It is not fit to spin out history with petty details.

He read the first one all the way through and breathed in the love, that hot, hurting feeling under your ribs...Love that made life matter even when you were just looking back at it.

Just look at us, all of us, quietly doing our thing and trying to matter. The earnestness is inspiring and heartbreaking at the same time.

What I'm saying," Nate tried once more, "is that there should always be a world in which you and I meet." Walter's shrug would have done an old uncle at temple proud. "We meet, we don't meet—if we don't know each other, it doesn't make a difference." But it does. I was missing you before you were born.

This was why people picked one person forever and ever amen—because that one person mattered more than anyone else. There was no democracy in monogamy, and Cy got that now like he never had before.

I was important to you," he said, seeing his angel, seeing his love of the game, and feeling like they had both become bigger than that dark night behind them.

Why is it that a worm can regrow most of its body, but we can't replace so much as a finger? I am left with the troubling conclusion that the worm's survival may, in the grand scheme of things, be more important than my own.

John Adams, writing to his friend William Tudor in 1818, said, "I know not why we should blush to confess that molasses was an essential ingredient in American independence. Many great events have proceeded from much smaller causes.

Our role as historians is to ask, "What would these stories have conveyed to the people who first heard them?" Our role as readers is also to ask, "What do these stories mean to me, and what have they meant to my community and to my tradition over time and across the globe?

When the Evangelists mention a date and a place, they are telling us to pay attention, for time and space hold a surfeit of meaning.

thought of the countless people in the world who were born to live and die in anonymity, playing out lives no better or worse than anyone else's and no one noticing. Sometimes we give others who don't make a big mark in some way a moment in the limelight in fiction. Our novelists' eyes and ears say to our readers, "Look here, please. Listen. This existence mattered, too." That

Birth matters. It brings us into being, on many levels.

I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams.

I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams.... Man... is above all the plaything of his memory.