Quotes About Humanity

My greatest wish for humanity is not for peace or for comfort or for joy. It is that we all still die a little inside every time we witness the death of another. For only the pain of empathy will keep us human. There's no version of God that can help us if we ever lose that.

Nothing about our own existence to decipher. Which meant that no one person was more important than any other.

La gente no es completamente buena ni completamente mala. Nos pasamos la vida entrando y saliendo de la oscuridad y de la luz

Humanity is innocent; humanity is guilty, and both states are undeniably true.

But if I do find it, and if I am able to travel to the very beginning of time, the ramifications are staggering. It could mean that I may very well be the Creator. I may, in fact, be God. How ironic, then, and how poetic, that humankind may have created the Creator out of want for one. Man creates God, who then creates man. Is that not the perfect circle of life? But then, if that turns out to be the case, who is created in whose image?

Everyone is guilty of something, and everyone still harbors a memory of childhood innocence, no matter how many layers of life wrap around it. Humanity is innocent; humanity is guilty, and both states are undeniably true." Thou shalt kill. A world with no hunger, no disease, no war, no misery.

Entweder geschehen die Dinge aus einem bestimmten Grund oder sie geschehen einfach so. Entweder ist das Leben eines Menschen ein Faden in einem prächtigen Teppich oder die Menschheit ist einfach nur ein hoffnungslos verheddertes Knäuel. Miracolina hat immer an den Teppich geglaubt, und jetzt schätzt sie sich glücklich, dass sie einen Blick in seine kleinste Ecke erhaschen durfte.

suppose I could have found ways to medicate it away— but I have no desire to impose upon humanity a false utopia. Mine is not a "brave new world" but a world ruled by wisdom, conscience, and compassion. I concluded that if defiance was a normal expression of human passion and yearning, I would have to make room for its expression.

We must, by law, keep a record of the innocents we kill. And as I see it, they`re all innocents. Even the guilty. Everyone is guilty of something, and everyone still harbors a memory of childhood innocence, no matter how many layers of life wrap around it. Humanity is innocent; humanity is guilty, and both states are undeniably true. We must, by law, keep a record.

Pero, cuanto más leía, más comprendía los miedos y los sueños de los mortales. Lo mucho que les costaba vivir en el momento, a pesar de que el momento era lo único que tenían.

T)his is the true core of human nature: When we've lost the strength to save ourselves, we somehow find the strength to save each other.

Do you know what that feels like, Risa? he wants to ask her. Do you know what it's like to be un-souled?

When it came to the human race, there was no more left to learn. Nothing about our own existence to decipher. Which meant that no one person was important than any other. In fact in the ground scheme of things, everyone was equally useless

You shall study history, the great philosophers, the sciences. You will come to understand the nature of life and what it means to be human before you are permanently charged with the taking of life. You will also study all forms of killcraft and become experts.

Precítenie bolesti nás oslobodí, aby sme mohli pocítiÃ…Â¥ radosÃ…Â¥ z toho, že sme ?udskými bytosÃ…Â¥ami. Bez hrozby utrpenia nemôžeme zažiÃ…Â¥ pravú radosÃ…Â¥.

In those days before the Thunderhead, human arrogance, self-interest, and endless in-fighting determined the rule of law. Inefficient. Imperfect. Vulnerable to all forms of corruption.

I ask every thinking man to show me what remains of life.

But why is she weeping? She, the perfect beauty, Who could put at her feet the conquered human race, What secret malady gnaws at those sturdy flanks? —She is weeping, fool, because she has lived! And because she lives! But what she deplores Most, what makes her shudder down to her knees, Is that tomorrow, alas! she will still have to live! Tomorrow, after tomorrow, always!—like us!

Hypocrite lecteur,—mon semblable,—mon frère!

Passion sits on the skull Of Humanity, And this infidel enthroned Laughs shamelessly, And gaily blows round bubbles That will fly, As if to join with worlds Deep in the sky. Rising on high, the frail Luminous globe, Shatters and bursts its slim soul Like a dream of gold. I hear at each bubble, the skull Moan and contend: 'This vicious, ridiculous game, When will it end? What you are blowing away Again and again, You murderous fiend, is my body My blood and my brain!

Hypocrite lecteur, – mon semblable, – mon frère !

Il n'y a de grand parmi les hommes que le poète, le prêtre et le soldat; l'homme qui chante, l'homme qui bénit, l'homme qui sacrifie et se sacrifie. Le reste est fait pour le fouet.

Man—all mankind, that is to say—is so naturally depraved that he suffers less from universal degradation than from the establishment of a reasonable hierarchy.

Solo por fin! Ya no se oye más que el rodar de algunos coches rezagados y derrengados. Por unas horas hemos de poseer el silencio, si no el reposo. ¡Por fin desapareció la tiranía del rostro humano, y ya sólo por mí sufriré! ¡Por fin! Ya se me consiente descansar en un baño de tinieblas. Lo primero, doble vuelta al cerrojo. Me parece que esta vuelta de llave ha de aumentar mi soledad y fortalecer las barricadas que me separan actualmente del mundo.