Quotes About Humanity

Have you ever thought, " he said after a moment, "that perhaps...all of this could have happened before? That the people of the Time Before, no matter how weak we think them, that they were only making the mistakes of their ancesters and that we, in turn, are only making the same mistakes as them? Technology or no? That the time changes but people do not, and so we are never really moving forward, only around a bend? That the world only ever turns in circles. do you think that could be so?

Di velt iz sheyn nor di mentshn makhn zi mies," he said. "The world is beautiful, but people make it ugly.

Przemysl taught me long ago not to divide people by their country, their religion, or even their preferences in politics. The city taught me how to put people in their proper places on the map. And I know exactly where to place my nurses.

El mundo es bello, pero la gente lo hace feo

Men are born to sin…What does matter most, is not that we err, it is that we do benefit from our mistakes, that we are capable of sincere repentance, of genuine contrition.

Why are some people mean and some people nice?" "I don't rightly know...But my job is to teach all of you to be the best people you can be...

But who could want that, for a baby to have to know, with his life, who we are at our worst, with his last eyes... In this way we gradually learn about our country.

We don't need any sort of religious orientation to lead a life that is ethical, compassionate & kind.

We can say that we are struggling. It helps them to know that we are only human and doing the best that we can. They aren't stupid—they are just young. They aren't as naïve as you might imagine.

You are not rejecting a person if you reject his words. You get to receive the person with kindness and compassion and treat him as a human being. If someone gets offended and feels rejected just because you rejected his words, then stay away from him, because he has unhealthy heart boundaries that cause him to use prophecy to control or manipulate the people around him.

But Jesus came to earth because God loves everyone on this planet. "God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life" (John 3: 16). We should treat everyone with honor, as though they are worthy of that price, even if they ultimately don't choose it.

Do not wrong or hate your neighbor, for it is not he that you wrong: You wrong yourself.

In their quest for a life without failure, suffering, or doubt, that is what they achieve: a life empty of all those things that make a human life meaningful.

Happiness and joy are feeling like you belong to the world, and are at home in the world, at the level of nature, humanity and time.

People should care for other people because they are familiar—because they're also humans—not because they're family.

Most people live their entire lives with their clothes on, and even if they wanted to, couldn't take them off. Then there are those who cannot put them on. They are the ones who live their lives not just as people but as examples of people. They are destined to expose every part of themselves, so the rest of us can know what it means to be a human.

And a glimpse into one heart is a glimpse into many.

I have never wanted to feel like I'm dependent on a man. I've done everything I could do to avoid it. Yet men are dependent on women, too, and all humans are dependent on things beyond the human. A

A visitor asked Lincoln what good news he could take home from an audience with the august executive. The president spun a story about a machine that baffled a chess champion by beating him thrice. The stunned champ cried while inspecting the machine, "There's a man in there!"Lincoln's good news, he confided from the heights of leadership, was that there was in fact a man in there.

I felt like anything rather than rejoicing at the downfall of a foe who had fought so long and valiantly, and had suffered so much for a cause, though that cause was, I believe, one of the worst for which a people ever fought.

In her own fumbling way, she'd reminded him he was just a man, fallible, needful, a member of the supremely imperfect human race…and shamefully undeserving of what she had to offer. Looking at Billie, touching her, tasting her, had filled him with a wanting fiercer than any he'd known. For the first time, he was faced with something he couldn't truly have, because of what he'd become.

It is, I think, that we are all so alone in what lies deepest in our souls, so unable to find the words, and perhaps the courage to speak with unlocked hearts, that we don't know at all that it is the same with others.

How strange that we cannot love time. It spoils our loveliest moments. Nothing quite comes up to expectations because of it. We alone: animals, so far as we can see, are unaware of time, untroubled. Time is their natural environment. Why do we sense that it is not ours?

I've found it's never the animals you have to worry about, Miki. It's the humans.