Quotes About Humanity

Falling in love is embarrassing. It is not hardcore. It is not part of the scene.

I'll put this in words you can understand: humans are hideous, pain-guzzling, pollution-spouting space monsters who might threaten our way of life.

War must always be done out of sight, it shocks people and they stop immediately.

Folk are just folk, wherever you go, and it's only a nasty sort of person who thinks a body's a devil just because they come from another country and have different notions.

War must always be done out of sight, or it shocks people and they stop immediately.

Can you imagine what it would do to a person, to know that they were standing between three people and that marrow-deep, desperate need?

An alien, speaking of humans:) "Quite frankly, Mr. Rogers notwithstanding, you're a mess.

Comparatively, our private blunders are insignificant. Just part of the general pattern of human awfulness. We map our little disasters onto a beautiful picture of a great one, so that there's continuity. So that there's balance. We fail because we always fail. It's not our fault. For evidence, see the paradise we lack.

You can't stop people being assholes. They do love it so. The best you can hope for is that some people, sometimes, will turn out to be somewhat less than the absolute worst. When they manage to trip and fall over that incredibly low bar, they'll make you want to end it all. But when they leap over it, they'll make you believe this whole mess really was created for a reason—the bastards.

Why grace? Because some days, it's the only thing we have in common. Because it's the one thing I'm certain is real. Because it's the reason I'm here. Because it's the oxygen of religious life, or so says a musician friend of mine, who tells me, "Without it, religion will surely suffocate you." Because so many of us are gasping for air and grasping for God, but fleeing from a kind of religious experience that has little to do with anything sacred or gracious.

an unbroken line of unrelated people

What worried him most was something Dietrich had mentioned observing during his visit to America—the way Americans treated Negroes. Not so different in some ways than German citizens treated Jews at the beginning. If Americans treat our citizens in such a way, will they step up to the plate to protect their own or the world's Jews? He wasn't sure.

That is what our Fuhrer maintains- that some are more worthy of life than others. Indeed, he asserts that an elite few in the world are worthy of life and procreation. Ask yourself, if you do not believe that to be true why is it not? If this child is not able to contribute to society in the same way you and I are able, does it make her less valuable? How do you know?

appreciation of the profundity of what the Internet offers humanity as a model of a learning institution. To initiate and exemplify

I wanted to give a sense of the people of the book, the different hands that had made it, used it, protected it.

But how would we repay the kindness of those who received us, if we carried the seeds of the Plague to them? What burden would we bear if, because of us, hundreds die who might have lived?

who they were, or how they worked. That's how I add my few grains to the sandbox of human knowledge. It's what I love best about what I do. And there were so many

Is it even our fight? As a mental test, I always try to reverse the gender. If some ninety million little boys were having their penises amputated, would the world have acted to prevent it by now? You bet.

But the pods also held the things people had created—the finest examples of the artistry and the ingenuity of our own species. How could we be so creative and so destructive at the same time?

Almighty God created sexual desire in ten parts; then he gave nine parts to women and one to men." —Ali ibn Abu Taleb, husband of Muhammad's daughter Fatima and founder of the Shiite sect of Islam

They were, all of them, lost to a narrative untethered to anything he recognized as true. Their mad conception of Mr. Lincoln as some kind of cloven-hoofed devil's scion, their complete disregard—denial—of the humanity of the enslaved, their fabulous notions of what evils the Federal government intended for them should their cause fail—all of it was ingrained so deep, beyond the reach of reasonable dialogue or evidence.

To see those babies with no food for three of four days, old people sitting in the hot sun, when you see these poor people, you cannot help but being compassionate or affected.

For Christ plays in ten thousand places,/ Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his/ To the Father through the features of men's faces.

Christ plays in ten thousand places, Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his To the Father through the features of men's faces.