Quotes About Humanity

The absence of humanity is a fulfillment so graceful that even God would understand if he invented them, which he probably didn't.

Todos vamos a morir, todos nosotros. ¡Que Circo! Debería bastar con eso para amarnos los unos a los otros, pero no es así. Nos aterrorizan y aplastan las trivialidades de la vida; nos devora la nada.

If we can laugh, fine. And if we've got to cry, we've got to cry.

Fiquei para ali a tentar descobrir que teria eu feito. apetecia-me chorar mas não saiu nada, era apenas uma espécie de náusea triste, uma tristeza brutal, quando é impossível sentirmo-nos pior. julgo que já vos terá acontecido. julgo que já terá acontecido a toda a gente uma ou outra vez. mas julgo que tem acontecido com muita frequência, demasiada frequência.

It occurred to me that everybody suffered continually, including those who pretended they didn't.

Hai visto che occhiÈ malato. - È malato di sogni. Siamo tutti malati di sogni. Ecco perchè siamo qui.

tenho vergonha de ser um membro da raça humana mas não quero acrescentar nem mais um pingo que seja a essa vergonha.

ela machucou menos gente do que qualquer pessoa que conheço, e se você olhar por esse ângulo, bem, ela criou um mundo melhor. ela venceu.

Van Gogh escrevendo ao irmão pedindo tintas [...] a impossibilidade de ser humano [...] Shakespeare um plagiador [...] demasiado humano [...]

Se empieza a salvar el mundo salvando a un hombre por vez; todo lo demás es romanticismo grandioso o política

a autoestrada é um circo de emoções baratas e mesquinhas, é a humanidade em movimento [...] as autoestradas são uma lição sobre aquilo em que nos transformamos e os acidentes e as mortes são na maioria uma colisão de seres incompletos, de vidas lamentáveis e dementes. quando dirijo pelas autoestradas eu vejo a alma da humanidade da minha cidade e ela é feia, feia, feia: os vivos sufocaram o coração de vez.

Joe wasn't coming. It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took.

It's like a code, you know, a code of courtesy…because if the poor aren't decent to one another nobody else is going to be.

neyse, 69 erken bir ölümdü Huxley için. ama bir temizlikçi kad?n için de erkendir. ancak bize dayanma gücü veren insanlar söz konusu olduÄŸunda, bütün o ayd?nl???n birden kararmas? sars?yor insan? biraz-

çünkü suçlar?n en büyüÄŸü, en ac?mas?z?, yoksulun yoksulu soymas?d?r kan?mca

That one's as much Master as another, and since Men are all made of the same Clay there should be no Distinction or Superiority among them. [Emphasis

Imagine--here let me now address non-Indian readers--somehow meeting a member of the Haudenosaunee from 1491. Is it too much to speculate that beneath the swirling tattoos, asymmetrically trimmed hair, and bedizened robes, you would recognize someone much closer to yourself, at least in certain respects, than your own ancestors?

In the long run, Fenn says, the consequential finding of the new scholarship is not that many people died, but that many people *lived.*

Cultures are like books, the anthropologist Claude Lévi-Strauss once remarked, each a volume in the great library of humankind. In the sixteenth century, more books were burned than ever before or since. How many Homers vanished? How many Hesiods? What great works of painting, sculpture, architecture, and music vanished or never were created? Languages, prayers, dreams, habits, and hopes—all gone. And not just once, but over and over again.

we begin to appreciate the enormity of the calamity, for the distintegration of native America was a loss not just to those societies but to the human enterprise as a whole. Having grown separately for millennia, the Americas were a boundless sea of novel ideas, dreams, stories, philosophies, religions, moralities, discoveries, and all the other products of the mind. Few things are more sublime or characteristically human than the cross-fertilization of cultures.

In the second of Road's main innovations, Vogt summed up the relationship between humanity and this global environment with a single concept: carrying capacity.

The belief that human life will continue, even if we ourselves die, is one of the underpinnings of society.

What this suggests is that, contrary to economists, the discount rate accounts for only part of our relationship to the future. People are concerned about future generations. Even if the logic is hard to parse, they think that humanity's fate is worth more than an apartment.

The true problem was not that humankind risked surpassing natural limits, but that our species didn't know how to tap more than a fraction of the energy provided by nature.