Quotes About Humanity

We divided ourselves among caste, creed, culture and countries but what is undivided remains most valuable: a mere smile and the love.

Human beings suck the life out of everything that's beautiful.

The poor of the earth know how much we really love Jesus.

This, explained the angel, is hell. The people do not love each other. They only want to feed themselves.

God created us all with his love, to be equally treated.No human being is superior over another.

Love is the jewel of mankind.

And, my good friend John, let me caution you. You deal with the madmen. All men are mad in some way or the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God's madmen too, the rest of the world.

Euthanasia is an excellent and a comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it. It

Todos estamos locos, de un modo u otro; y del mismo modo que tratas a tus locos con discreción, deberías tratar a los locos de Dios, o sea el resto del mundo.

You've got their lives, you know, and you must put up with their souls!

to be in the midst of the whirl and rush of humanity, to share its life, its change, its death, and all that makes it what it is.

Prawdziwy Bóg zapÅ'acze nad wróblem, który spadÅ' z nieba. lecz Bóg zrodzony z ludzkiej pró?noÅ›ci nie dostrzega ró?nicy miÄ™dzy wróblem a orÅ'em.

And, my good friend John, let me caution you. You deal with the madmen. All men are mad in some way or the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God's madneb too, the rest of the world.

Nobody in need of forgiveness deserves it," Konrad said. "Not one person. We all make foolish mistakes that we cannot fix. Though we may not deserve forgiveness, we all have a right to it. Just for having the courage to live in this difficult world, where fallible people do imperfect things. The supply of forgiveness is unlimited.

Each human being has significant potential for light and darkness," Grandpa continued. "Over a lifetime, we get a lot of practice leaning toward one or the other. Having made different choices, a renowned hero could have been a wretched villain.

Sometimes good people grow weary of society.

Racism is man's gravest threat to man—the maximum of hatred for a minimum of reasons. —Abraham J. Heschel, rabbi and philosopher (1907–72)

He kept imagining women like his mother creeping across the border with the hope of being able to make enough to feed themselves and their families, and being murdered by some vigilante who felt he had the right to take the law into his own hands. It was so easy to feel self-righteous and superior when you had a comfortable home, a safe place to live and a full stomach.

No one will ever know anyone. We just have to deal with each other. You're not ever gonna know me.

I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.

I keep feeling that people are becoming less human and more animalistic. They seem to think less and feel less so that everyone is operating on a very primitive level. I wonder what you and I will see in our lifetimes. It seems so hopeless yet we must keep on trying ... I guess we can't escape being a product of the times, can we?

While walking back to the highway I stop, choke back a sob, my throat tightens. I just want to... Facing the skyline, through all the baby talk, I murmur, keep the game going. As I stand, frozen in position, an old woman emerges behind a Threepenny Opera poster at a deserted bus stop and she's homeless and begging, hobbling over, her face covered with sores that look like bugs, holding out a shaking red hand. Oh will you please go away? I sigh. She tells me to get a haircut.

I'd never been a true believer that politics can solve the dark heart of humanity's problems and the lawlessness of our sexuality, or that a bureaucratic band aid is going to heal the deep contradictory rifts and the cruelty, the passion and the fraudulence that factor into what it means to be human.

On my way into the Chinese cleaners I brush past a crying bum, an old man, forty or fifty, fat and grizzled, and just as I'm opening the door I notice, to top it off, that he's also blind and I step on his foot, which is actually a stump, causing him to drop his cup, scattering change all over the sidewalk. Did I do this on purpose? What do you think? Or did I do this accidentally?