Quotes About Humanity

That's the problem with having a moral code. We want to destroy the jerkish part of the jerks, but we want to save the human being underneath.

What sucks the worst is . . . this world was a gift to us, and we broke it, and part of the deal is that if we want things right, we have to fix it ourselves. But we can't. We try, but we can't.

In my writing, I want to be laid bare as a human being.

Crimes against humanity in Gaza: is it really a 'buffer zone' - or a bigger plan? -- It's time to step back and ask if we want to support Israel if it wants to eject all Palestinians from their land.

Ever notice, the ones who deny the holocaust are usually the same ones who want to repeat it?

I love people and psychology. As a writer, I'm not so interested in Fred getting from the living room to the car. I want to go inside Fred's soul and play there.

I find people to be people everywhere. Everyone wants the same thing - be successful.

I believe a human being - if he or she wants to remain human, then he or she must do something with what we have seen, endured, witnessed.

"Most of us tend to belittle all suffering except our own," said Mary. "I think it's fear. We don't want to come too near in case we're sucked in and have to share it".

Oh, gosh, Olive. I'm so embarrassed." "No need to be," Olive tells her. "We all want to kill someone at some point." (179)

At every turn, when humanity is asked the question, 'Do you want temporary economic gain or long-term environmental loss, which one do you prefer,' we invariably choose the money.

Selfless giving is being nice and there are times we don't want to be.

The reason why there's such a rigid repression of the mentally ill is the psyche of humanity senses something. It senses that it doesn't want to deal with the unknown.

Where history means nothing. Lessons are forgotten. Memories – of humanity, of all that is humane – are lost.

It wasn't too much, to take a frail figure into one's arms for those last moments of life. Better than a cot, or even a bed in a room filled with loved ones. Better, too, than an empty street in the cold rain. To die in someone's arms - could there be anything more forgiving? Every savage barbarian in the world knew the truth of this.

Odd, isn't it, how we now deliver upon another nation what we would not have done to ourselves.

The stupid knew better than to look into their wake. The wise could not help it and so suffered greatly. This was humanity's great divide, and many a time, Damisk had envied the stupid and all the obstinate incomprehension he saw in their eyes and faces. In the end, it takes wisdom to scream.

When one can possess loyalty even in the straits of full, brutal understanding, then that one understands all there is to understand about compassion

Histories, they're just what's survived. But they're not the whole story, because the whole story can never be known. Think of all the histories we've gone and lost. Not just kingdoms and empires, but the histories inside every one of us, every person who ever lived.

Some things went beyond a single man's life, and maybe justice existed outside the minds of humanity, beyond even the hungry eyes of gods and goddesses, a thing shining and pure and final.

There is little good in people. Little good" [...] "Yet it can be found. All the more precious for its rarity

The hand of vengeance stayed cold only so long. Any soul possessing a shred of humanity could not help but see the reality behind cruel deliverance, no matter how justified it might have at first seemed. Faces blank in death. Bodies twisted in postures no-one unbroken could achieve. Destroyed lives. Vengeance yielded a mirror to every atrocity, where notions of right and wrong blurred and lost all relevance.

Humanity's crisis is, it seems, its inability to appreciate gifts freely given.

War needs no gods, only mortal contestants, two enemies and whatever reasons they invent in order to justify killing each other.