Quotes About Humanity

Must it all be so cruel? Surely there is a form of cohabitation in which man and woman eat together, sleep together, live together, yet remain immersed in their respective inward explorations.

Che cosa ci facciamo qui? Era quella, da sempre, la domanda non pronunciata. Lui lo sapeva e lo sapeva anche lei. La sua lettera, per quanto vilmente, aveva almeno accennato a quella domanda: Che ci facciamo in questa sterile parte del mondo? Perché passiamo la vita ammazzandoci così di lavoro se questo posto non era fatto perché ci vivesse la gente, se tutto il progetto di umanizzare questa terra era sbagliato fin dall'inizio?

Ponekad se pitam, re?e, kako bi bilo da Božja stvorenja nemaju sna. Kad bismo ?itav život provodili budni, da li bi nas to u?inilo boljim ljudima ili gorim?

Sin embargo, y regreso a mi primera pregunta, ¿acaso es bueno que el imperio de la ley no conceda excepciones? Si la ley se aplica sin excepciones, ¿qué lugar queda para la compasión?

Qué le da a un desconocido, a un hombre que no la vio en su vida, el derecho a ponerse una toga escarlata y decir: «Una vida entera de encierro, ese es el valor de su vida»? O bien: «Veinticinco años en las minas de sal». ¡No tiene ningún sentido! ¡Hay crímenes que no se pueden medir!

The earth is neither fabulous nor paradisal. And therefore it is not hell.

If you were to force people to do something against their free choice, you would be dehumanizing them. The option of forcing everyone to go to heaven is immoral, because it's dehumanizing; it strips them of the dignity of making their own decision; it denies them their freedom of choice; and it treats them as a means to an end. When God allows people to say 'no' to him, he actually respects and dignifies them.

Kristin Neff wisely observes, "When we're in touch with our common humanity, we remember that feelings of inadequacy and disappointment are shared by all. This is what distinguishes self-compassion from self-pity. Whereas self-pity says 'poor me,' self-compassion remembers that everyone suffers, and it offers comfort because everyone is human. The pain I feel in difficult times is the same pain that you feel in difficult times."4

Oh, the humanity.... It was a wonder Rhage hadn't blinded himself with all that pop culture.

V jerked back to the present. And for some reason didn't lie. I'm thinking about my tattoos. When did you get them? Almost three centuries ago. She whistled. God, you live that long? Longer. Assuming I don't get cracked dead in a fight and you fool humans don't blow up the planet, I'll be breathing for another seven hundred years.

It was right then and there that she'd realized there was no quota on misery for people, no quantifiable threshold that once reached, got you miraculously taken out of the distress pool.

I don't believe I'm better than anyone else. With beating hearts and open minds, we are all the same.

Humans: Nature's remedy for an otherwise good time.

How arbitrary, this distinction of time. How like humans to have to cut the infinite down to something they could believe they controlled.

After all, tragedy didn't discriminate, so everyone was subject to the same whims of fate. No matter what your skin color was or how much money you had, whether you were gay or straight, or an atheist or a true believer, from where she stood, everyone was equal. And loved by someone, somewhere.

He had a weakness, though. All of us do, and those of us who think they do not are not being honest.

now he knew why God didn't give people superpowers. Humans were dangerous enough as it was. . .

Females, after all, were not just the fairer sex, but the fairly reasonable one. Which was the only reason the race had survived this long.

To have nothing and throw yourself on the mercy of others was a strange kind of terror.

It was right then and there that she'd realized there was no quota on misery for people, no quantifiable threshold that once reached, got you miraculously taken out of the distress pool.

I guess we ought to be tolerant, Lianne said. They're just nasty because they need help. Everybody ought to be allowed to try and help themselves. No, ma'am, that aint true, Sarah said. Some people ought to be shot on sight.

If the people of Old Earth, our ancestors and their descendants today who remain, could keep building, could keep trying, how can we do less? We are their children, and while we bought to the stars with us all the faults and the problems and the flaws of the past, we also bought the good things, the determination, and the willingness to help others, and the imagination to build things greater then every shortcoming humanity has ever known.

The only time they appear human is when you have a knife at their throats. The instant you remove it, they fall back into animality. Obscenity.

It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared.