Quotes About Humanity

More than any other product of human scientific culture scientific knowledge is the collective property of all mankind.

Cuán reconocido estaría a mi destino con tal de que en mi vida hubiese logrado abrir un solo sendero, que, varias generaciones después, siguiera siendo pisado por seres humanos, y cuánto más si dejara un algo que en un futuro lejano ayudara también a otros seres humanos, fueran quienes fuesen, a "elevarse un poco hacia las alturas"!

I didn't realize it until now, but I don't really know anything about them, or what kind of people they are, really. You can't see inside a person's heart.

Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.

Resignation is what kills people. Once they've rejected resignation, humans gain the privilege of making humanity their footpath.

The man I have loved as a brother, whose heart has ever been brimming with sympathy and friendship, cannot possibly partake of even a passive partnership in the butchery of innocent people.

Once," Balinda begins softly, "when I was in the emergency room with my mother they brought in a murderer who had been shot and was dying, right there in front of us. I watched as the nurse touched his face and reassured him and I could not believe they were being so nice to him." "What happened?" Jill asked. "My mother rose up, took my arm, gripped it as if she was a weight lifter and said, 'he was a beautiful baby once and his mother loved him'.

When we are acting like God, we are being ourselves! The ramifications of having God as our Daddy (rather than some ape dragging his knuckles in the African jungle somewhere) is life changing. I hope you can see that what you believe about your origin makes a difference in the way you value yourself and humanity in general.

There is humanity even in the most wicked.

That's very important about stories. They touch something that is human in us and is probably unchanging. Perhaps this is why the important knowledge is passed through stories. It's what holds a culture together. Culture has a story, and every person in it participates in that story. They world is made up of stories; it's not made up of facts.

Generous listening is powered by curiosity, a virtue we can invite and nurture in ourselves to render it instinctive. It involves a kind of vulnerability—a willingness to be surprised, to let go of assumptions and take in ambiguity. The listener wants to understand the humanity behind the words of the other, and patiently summons one's own best self and one's own best words and questions.

The more personal you are willing to be and the more intimate you are willing to be about the details of your own life, the more universal you are.

By being what only I can be, I give humanity what only I can give. It is my uniqueness that allows me to contribute something unique to the universal heritage of humankind. I sum up the Jewish imperative, very simply—and it has been like this since the days of Abraham: to be true to your faith is a blessing to others regardless of their faith. That's the big paradox when you really reach the very depth of particularity.

W. H. Auden, "We must love one another or die." That is, I think, where we are at the beginning of the 21st century. And since we really can love one another, I have a great deal of hope.

Our spiritual lives are where we reckon head-on with the mystery of ourselves, and the mystery of each other.

You'll be surprised at how kind most people are.

I suddenly understood why ancient man sat around staring at fire. It was a beautiful dance as old as the dawn of time. You could easily become entranced within its flames; stripping away everything except the raw humanity that burned within us all.

Finally, through the gray, we saw them. Three officers on horseback led. We ran outside to cheer, but the men were quiet and thin. The sight of them took my breath away. "They have no shoes," Elizabeth whispered. We watched for several minutes as they passed by. We were unable to speak. Their footprints left blood in the snow.

When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?

She comes back Through blood by blood She returns Cut deep now Like me Humanity saves her Will she save me?

We are all fragile. It's the thing we learn in war

The measure of a society is its compassion.

I think, as this war goes on, we will all have to look more deeply. These questions are not about them, but about us.

How can we call ourselves the land of the free when people are living on the streets and dying of hunger?