Quotes About Humanity

That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta.

is there any wonder why the world is where it's at now? just notice the creature sitting near you in a movie house or standing ahead of you in a supermarket line. or giving a State of the Union Address. that the gods have let us go on this long this badly.

There are many things that bother me. I know that I have never passed a man on the street that I liked—most of them giving off a kind of ether of disgust and stumbling and clay-eating, snot-eating grievance. I don't like the human race at all. this is my confessional, father, pass the wine.

Bun?tatea putea fi uneori g?sit? în mijlocul iadului.

it's as if he were hiding in there and I want to console him, say: "I am sorry, poor fellow, but creation has its limits.

Humanity, you never had it from the beginning

The trouble is that there are too many Chinks. When you kill a Chink he splits in half and becomes two Chinks.

Then I heard a man scream from the next ward, Joe, where are you? Joe, you said you'd come back! Joe, where are you? The voice was loud and so sad, so agonized.(...) Joe wasn't coming. It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took.

I write poetry, worry, smile, laugh sleep continue for a while just like most of us just like all of us; sometimes I want to hug all Mankind on earth and say, god damn all this that they've brought down on us, we are brave and good even though we are selfish and kill each other and kill ourselves, we are the people born to kill and die and weep in dark rooms and love in dark rooms, and wait, and wait and wait and wait. we are the people. we are nothing more.

she wants me to write a love poem but I think if people can't love each other's assholes and farts and shits and terrible parts just like they love the good parts, that ain't complete love.

Kimsenin ?st?rab? olmas? gerekenden fazla de?ildir.

The human race exaggerates everything: its heroes, its enemies, its importance.

mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy?

we don't need new governments new revolutions we don't need new men new women we don't need new ways we just need to care.

L'umanità mi sta sul cazzo da sempre - ecco il mio motto.

Who was Col. Sussex? Just some guy who had to shit like the rest of us.

but the man with the whip was a part of the whole no matter how seemingly useless and stupid and once great thoughts often with time become useless and stupid. but Schopenhauer's rage was so beautiful so well placed that I laughed out loud then put him down next to Nietzsche who was also all too human.

but perhaps it will help if we all realize that perhaps all of us have been pests at one time or another to somebody but we never knew it. shit, it's a horrible thought but most probably true and maybe it will help us bear up under the pest. basically, there is no 100 percent man. we are all run through with various madnesses and uglinesses that we ourselves are not aware of but that everybody else is aware of. how ya gonna keep us down on the farm?

esse cara é legal. ele se matou e a seu pai, sua mãe, e à mulher, mas não atirou nos três filhos nem no cachorro. um dos melhores poetas desde Baudelaire

Charles Bukowski

My laughter was all there inside of me waiting to roar out: HAHAHAHAHA, o my god o my HAHAHAHA. It felt so good when it happened. Dee Dee knew something about life. Dee Dee knew that what happened to one happened to most of us. Our lives were not so different—even though we liked to think so.

I like to prowl ordinary places and taste the people—from a distance. I don't want them too near because that's when attrition starts.

Después de todo ¿por qué era necesario amar a un ser humano? Nunca duraba mucho. Había demasiadas diferencias entre cada individuo, y lo que empezaba siendo amor acababa siempre en guerra despiadada

I'd rather hear about a live American bum than a dead Greek God.