Quotes About Humanity

If I am not my brother's keeper, then we have been expelled from paradise, a paradise of unbroken solidarities.

Many fear that in disaster we become something other than we normally are—helpless or bestial and savage in the most common myths—or that is who we really are when the superstructure of society crumbles. We remain ourselves for the most part, but freed to act on, most often, not the worst but the best within. The ruts and routines of ordinary life hide more beauty than brutality.

There is always someone whose suffering is greater than yours. The reproaches are often framed as though there is an economy of suffering, and of compassion, and you should measure yourself, price yourself, with the same sense of scarcity and finite resources that govern monetary economies, but there is no measure of either.

One day in Auschwitz, the writer Primo Levi recited a canto of Dante's Inferno to a companion, and the poem about hell reached out from six hundred years before to roll back Levi's despair and his dehumanization. It was the canto about Ulysses, and though it ends tragically, it contains the lines You were not made to live like animals But to pursue virtue and know the world which he recited and translated to the man walking with him.

In the wake of an earthquake, a bombing, a major storm, most people are altruistic, urgently engaged in caring for themselves and those around them, strangers and neighbors as well as friends and loved ones.

A book without women is often said to be about humanity but a book with women in the foreground is a woman's book.

The U.S. Post Office at San Francisco forwarded unstamped mail, often written on scraps and oddments, from the survivors to destinations around the country. ... There were callous and fearful authorities who lashed out, but also institutions such as the post office that just quietly broke the rules to make life a little less disastrous.

They wanted to rock, they wanted to roll, they wanted to feel the peculiarly human feeling of having a perfect night in an imperfect world.

She breathed in the vast world of suffering and pure, dark love, and as she did, a well of compassion began to flow in her.

That it is kindness that makes you rich.

Man is but a reed, the most feeble thing in nature; but he is a thinking reed. The entire universe need not arm itself to crush him. A vapour, a drop of water suffices to kill him. But if the universe were to crush him, man would still be more noble than that which killed him, because he knows that he dies and the advantage which the universe has over him; the universe knows nothing of this.

My work expresses an infatuation with human beings. I don't believe that to understand is necessarily to pardon, but I feel that to understand makes one forget that one cannot pardon.

Now, he told me, I could see what humanity was worth. It could form the conception of justice, but could not trust its flesh to provide judges. Whatever it started was likely to end in old men raving. There was ruin everywhere and we should see more of it.

Perché mai la vita moderna ha generato orrori al cui confronto le vecchie tragedie sembrano spettacoli per bambini? Forse perché l'umanità in cerca di avventura ha cambiato troppo il mondo esterno che genera la vita.

La gran Humanidad no tolera la belleza, quizá porque no puede vivir sin ella; el horror de la fealdad avanza cada día a pasos acelerados.

Für mich ist klar: Alle bekannten, diesseitigen Götter sind menschengemacht. Für das Jenseitige haben wir weder Namen noch die Kraft der Vorstellung. Ich bleibe also Possibilist, schließe das Göttliche in meinem Weltbild weder aus noch ein. Die alten Götter aber brauche ich nicht; auch fehlen sie mir nicht.

HÉ™yat , kiminsÉ™ hesab?na yaÅŸamaq demÉ™kdir. Biz ham?m?z bir-birimizdÉ™n yeyirik. Ancaq insanda , hÉ™rdÉ™n dÉ™ olsa , xeyirxahl?q q???lc?m? olur , gÉ™rÉ™k, ona toxunmayasan , qoyasan qala. YaÅŸamaq çÉ™tinl???ndÉ™ o kömÉ™yÉ™ gÉ™lir.

Remarque Erich Maria

Toliau mes niekad nenueisime. Tam mes esame žmon?s

It was an accident that has endowed man with intelligence. He has made use of it: he invented stupidity.

Deprived of the infinite, man has become what he always was: a supernumerary. He hardly counts; he forms part of the troupe called Humanity; if he misses a cue, he is hissed; and if he drops through the trapdoor another puppet is in readiness to take his place.

They're us!They've repopulated the world, and now they've achieved the same state of idiocy they were in before, ready to blow themselves up all over again. Great, isn't it? That's the human race!

Ils étaient onze, deux Noirs, deux Jaunes, quatre Blancs, et trois allant du café au lait à l'huile d'olive. Mais leurs onze sangs mêlés dans une coupe n'eussent fait qu'un seul sang rouge.

Et voilà ! Ils sont là ! Ils sont nous ! Ils ont repeuplé le monde, et ils sont aussi cons qu'avant, et prêts à faire de nouveau sauter la baraque. C'est pas beau, ça ? C'est l'homme !