Quotes About Humanity

Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?

I know it's not easy for you, living this life, but try to remember, always try to remember, you're not the only one with troubles.

You think good people can't hate?" she asked. "You think good people don't kill?"[...}"Good people do all the things bad people do, Lazlo. It's just that when they do them, they call it justice.

He looked him right in the eyes and saw a man who was great and good and human, who had done extraordinary things and terrible things and been broken and reassembled as a shell, only then to do the bravest thing of all: He had kept on living, though there are easier paths to take.

There will be godstars. And they will be us.

Humanity, perhaps, that quality of benevolence that humans have, without irony, named after themselves.

Here is a great man, and also a good one, though few men are ever both.

You could look out the window today, see the sky raining fire, and say that it has all been for nothing, everything we've ever done, because now we've lost. But folk were born and lived and knew friendship and music in this city, ugly as it is, and all across this land that we fought for. Some grew old, and others were less lucky. Many bore children and raised them, and had the pleasure of making them, too, and we gave them that for as long as we could. Who has ever done more, my friend?

The world was carnage. You either suffered it or inflicted it.

You're doing so well." At being Thiago, she meant. "It's a little eerie." "Eerie," he repeated. "Convincing. A few times I almost forgot--" He didn't let her finish. "Don't forget. Not ever. Not for a second." He drew in breath. "Please." So much behind that word. Please don't forget I'm not a monster. Please don't forget what I gave up. Please don't forget me.

What are we fighting for? What are we killing for? What do you see when you look into the future?

And there's no better way to thaw a face, as it turns out, than with another face.

Mercy breeds mercy as slaughter breeds slaughter. We can't expect the world to be better than we make it.

It is bodies that makes us real. What is a soul without eyes to look through or hand to hold?

Here was the radical notion that you might help someone simply because they needed it.

This wasn't a person, Zuzana thought, this was greed wearing skin.

Te has preguntado alguna vez si son los monstruos los que provocan la guerra, o si es la guerra la que genera monstruos

It's the fuel for everything our people have done to each other since the beginning. That's what makes peace seem impossible. How can you blame someone for wanting to kill the killer of their loved ones? How can you fault people for what they do in grief?

We are alive and in the same world

Feelings. Were. Stupid

Why should we have to disappear just because men are animals?

Staring at herself in the mirror, she found that she'd lost the ability to see herself through her own eyes. She was only what humans would see. Not a girl or a woman or someone in between. They wouldn't see her loneliness or fear or courage, let alone her humanity. They would see only obscenity. Calamity.

An alien landing would unify the world, just like in a science fiction movie. But "angels" had the potential to splinter humanity into a thousand sharp shards.

They hated the humans, but they also wanted to be them. They wanted to punish them, and they wanted to be embraced by them. To be accepted, honored, loved, like someone's child.