Quotes About Humanity

It is not about how much money we make or how big and powerful our work appears to others, it is about the love with which we put into each act of kindness toward another human being.

When all humans have self-love, wouldn't it be heaven on earth?

If a dog can love us unconditionally, why can't we love each other in the same way?

Maybe we aren't so very different after all. There's good and bad in both of us, and that's what binds us together, for better or worse.

Nothing goes with you except the love that you gave away.

Jean Thompson's short-story collection 'Who Do You Love' is a beautiful book, but a hell of a sad one.

For someone to be perfect, they must be real, however imperfect they are.

The warrior guided by the spirit serves humanity, the warrior without, serves the ego

And be aware that people fall under one of two categories: they are either your brother and sister in faith, or they are your counterpart in humanity.

You always feel like you are the only one in the world, like everyone else is crazy for each other, but it's not true. Generally, people don't like each other very much. And that goes for friends, too.

I cried in English, I cried in french, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world.

Am sentimentul vag ca libertatea individuala este o stare imperfecta de libertate, vorbi el in cele din urma, putin plictisit. Recunosc! un foarte vag si aproximativ sentiment. Cred, insa, ca o libertate colectiva, a speciei umane daca se poate, sau macar a unei anumite ramuri a acestei specii - este mult mai grandioasa, mult mai euforica...

Cred c? cel mai mare p?cat contra umanit??ii este triste?ea disperat? ridicat? ca valoare suprem? a spiritualit??ii

Az álmokban, az álmodozásokban rejlÅ' nosztalgia, vágy, lelkesedés stb. képei olyan erÅ'k, amelyek a történelmileg meghatározott emberi lényt saját "történelmi pillanatába" zárt világánál százszorta gazdagabb szellemi világba röpítik át.

Es wäre entsetzlich, glauben zu müssen, daß in diesem ganzen so harmonishen, vollkommenen und sich selbst immer gleichbleibenden Kosmos nur die menschliche Existenz ein Speil des Zufalls und nur das Schicksal des Menschen völlig sinnlos sei.

The formation of the embryo and childbirth repeat the primeval fact of the birth of humanity, looked upon as an emergence from the deepest chtonian cavern-matrix.

En resumen, la mayoría de los hombres -sin religión- comparten aún pseudo religiones y mitologías degradadas. Cosa que en nada nos asombra, desde el momento en que el hombre profano es el descendiente del homo religiosus y no puede anular su propia historia, es decir, los comportamientos de sus antepasados religiosos, que lo han constituido tal como es hoy día.

Tr?ie?te el, ca om, ca fiin?? total? - ?i nu se las? tr?it de ?esuturile lui, de glandele lui, de automatismele lui, ca noi to?i, ce?tilal?i...

But it would be risky to explain so widespread a myth by phenomena of which no geological traces have been found. The majority of the flood myths seem in some sense to form part of the cosmic rhythm: the old world, peopled by a fallen humanity, is submerged under the waters, and some time later a new world emerges from the aquatic "chaos.

I realised then that life could get up and bite you – and now Covid has got up and bitten us all. I know that kindness and gentleness are the most valuable commodities. Now, more than ever, they demand distribution.

It's possible that my insecurity is the very quality that connects me to everyone else. I don't hide my vulnerability. I don't know how.

I've always wanted to know people. It's curiosity partly, because I can't imagine that people are different from me, and yet I can't imagine anyone being the same.

I love man as my fellow; but his sceptre, real, or usurped, extends not to me, unless the reason of an individual demands my homage; and even then the submission is to reason, and not to man.

She says isn't it funny how every second, every minute, every day, month, year, is accounted for, capable of being named—when time, or life, is so unwieldy, so intangible and slippery? This makes her feel compassion toward the people who invented the concept of "telling time." How hopeful, she says. How beautifully futile. How perfectly human.