Quotes About Humanity

Wouldn't we all do better not trying to understand, accepting the fact that no human being will ever understand another, not a wife a husband, a lover a mistress, nor a parent a child? Perhaps that's why men have invented God—a being capable of understanding.

Hatred is in my brain, not in my stomach or my skin. It can't be removed like a rash or an ache. Didn't I hate you as well as love you? And don't I hate myself?

It is only if the murderer is a good man that he can be regarded as monstrous.

Not many men can have been so loved or have been forgiven so much [...]

I observe out of the corner of my eye that the man with the notebook is walking towards me and obviously intends to introduce himself. Why do human beings have to talk , I find myself wondering. Is it really necessary for us to make these noises?

This is what we are: a collection stories that we share, in common. This is what we are to each other.

The human capacity for horror is a fickle thing, my friends, and hangs over an abyss by a frayed thread.

No querida, la ignorancia y el miedo crean a los dioses, el entusiasmo y el engaño los adornan, y la debilidad humana rinde les rinde culto.

Ah, children, pity level-crossing keepers, pity lock-keepers – pity lighthouse-keepers – pity all the keepers of this world (pity even school teachers), caught between their conscience and the bleak horizon…

Could life be so cruel yet so bounteous at the same time?

And I remember some passage being read out somewhere, that there's no sinner so bad, so worthless, that God will ever let them slip through the net of his love... And whether he's up there or not, and whether he's got a net I don't know. But I think it's how it ought to be just between us. There ought to be at least one other person who won't let us slip through their net. No matter what we do, no matter what we've done. It's not a question of right or wrong. It's not a question of justice.

per ogni protagonista comparso per una volta sul cosiddetto palcoscenico della storia, sono stati migliaia, milioni coloro che non sono mai entrati nel teatro, che non hanno mai saputo che lo spettacolo si stava svolgendo, che hanno continuato l'ingrato lavoro di far fronte alla realtà.

Amid all the bangs and the drama and the grand passions, it's kindness and just ordinary goodness that stands out in the end.

Ours is an overpopulated, under educated, shithole in the throes of mass extinctions - it's a wonderful world.

Self-awareness: there is the black worm in the apple. Our curse is to know there's something terribly wrong with us.

So this additional indignity will be inflicted upon you. It means, I believe, that humans will not end here, but may rise again—fight again. Humans are always warriors.

Humans believe in nothingness, in zeros. It is one of their distinguishing traits. They keep inventing nothing. Forerunners know otherwise.

Of all the illusions of childhood, the one he hated to lose most was this: that humans worked according to unspoken but noble goals, that they followed an intrinsic path to justice, that they would resist error and move toward self-understanding.

We are all different sexes, though with only two brands of equipment. —The Kiss of X, Alive Contains a Lie 2 Stone Hammer Alice Grale believes this is cataspace, all interaction but no motion.

But ingenuity is often indistinguishable from foolish play, and foolish play is one of those traits I find most endearing about humanity.

Only the threat of the Flood itself could have forced me back from utterly extirpating humanity.

yet he [Levon] somehow sings with the wounded humanity of a man without a tribe, a man who has known both love and grief and understands that one is the price of the other.

Let me tell you a secret, Caitlin. We're still in the cave. It's just bigger, and we wear nicer clothes. We make alliances and try to be civil, we save the weak instead of leaving them out in the cold to die. . .

Did the fact that Martin Luther King diddled all those women change what he did for his people? Or Franklin Roosevelt? General Eisenhower? Not one whit. Men are men, and gods are for storybooks. And if you've read your Edith Hamilton or Jane Harrison—or the Old Testament, for that matter—you'll know that gods acted like men most of the time, or worse.