Quotes About Humanity

The planet is not in jeopardy. We are in jeopardy. We haven't got the power to destroy the planet—or to save it. But we might have the power to save ourselves.

Once again, claims of moral superiority are used to justify extreme actions. Once again, the fact that some people are hurt is shrugged off because an abstract cause is said to be greater than any human consequences. Once

Today we are surrounded by man and his creations. Man is inescapable, everywhere on the globe, and nature is a fantasy, a dream of the past, long gone.

And I think the answer is that we are, in reality, terribly frail animals. And we don't like to be reminded of how frail we are—how delicate the balances are inside our own bodies, how short our stay on Earth, and how easily it is ended. So

The nasty little apes that call themselves human beings can do nothing except run and hide. For these same apes to imagine they can stabilize this atmosphere is arrogant beyond belief. They can't control the climate.

Perhaps the fact that we bleed to death makes us human.

Human beings are so destructive,' Malcolm said. 'I sometimes think we're a kind of plague that will scrub the earth clean. We destroy things so well that I sometimes think, maybe that's our function. Maybe every few eons, some animal comes along that kills off the rest of the world, clears the decks, and let's evolution proceed to its next phase.

What makes you think human beings are sentient and aware? There's no evidence for it. Human beings never think for themselves, they find it too uncomfortable. For the most part, members of our species simply repeat what they are told—and become upset if they are exposed to any different view. The characteristic human trait is not awareness but conformity, and the characteristic result is religious warfare.

We haven't got the power to destroy the planet—or to save it. But we might have the power to save ourselves.

And I think the answer is that we are, in reality, terribly frail animals. And we don't like to be reminded of how frail we are—how delicate the balances are inside our own bodies, how short our stay on Earth, and how easily it is ended.

Malcolm tosió y fijó la mirada en el infinito: —Seamos claros: el planeta no está en peligro. Nosotros estamos en peligro. No tenemos el poder de destruir el planeta... ni de salvarlo. Pero podríamos tener el poder de salvarnos a nosotros mismos.

And an unnecessary one. In the grand scheme of things, all human beings are part of the same family, regardless of origin.* The divisions we have built between ourselves along the lines of race and geography are illusions. If our species is ultimately able to see past these biases, it will be our shared genetic stamp of humanness that will outlive the cultural contrivances that distract us in our day-to-day lives.

Would you make products to help mankind, to fight illness and disease? Dear me, no. That's a terrible idea. A very poor use of technology. - John Hammond

If we are gone tomorrow the Earth will not miss us.

They didn't understand what they were doing. I'm afraid that will be on the tombstone of the human race.

El rasgo humano característico no es la conciencia sino el conformismo, y el resultado característico es la guerra religiosa. Otros animales luchan por el territorio o el alimento; los seres humanos, en cambio, son los únicos en el reino animal que luchan por sus creencias.

People are more than you think they are. And they're less, as well. The trick lies in negotiating your way between the two.

We'd hoped for love of a different kind, love that knew and forgave our human frailty but did not miniaturize our grander ideas of ourselves.

Man, he said, I'm not afraid of graveyards. The dead are just, you know, people who wanted the same things you and I want. What do we want? I asked blurrily. Aw, man, you know, he said. We just want, well, the same things these people wanted. What was that? He shrugged. To live, I guess, he said.

She loves the world for being rude and indestructible, and she knows that other people must love it too, poor as well as rich, though no one speaks specifically of the reasons. Why else do we struggle to go on living, no matter how compromised, no matter how harmed? Even when we're further gone than Richard; even if we're fleshless, blazing with lesions, shitting in the sheets; still, we want desperately to live.

Mensen zijn dom. Op een trommel slaan om een beer aan het dansen te krijgen, terwijl we de sterren zouden willen ontroeren.

There is so little love in the world.

I didn't mind touching the rough bottom of people's good intentions.

People are more than you think they are. And they're less, as well. The trick lies in negotiating your way between the two.