Quotes About Humanity

Paramatma, die hohe Seele, ist mit Gott vereint, sie ist gottesbewusst, universal bewusst. Ihr eigenes Selbst umfasst alle. Ob es nun gute oder verschlagene Menschen sind, ob sie recht oder falsch gehen, sie sind deren eigenes Selbst; sie betrachtet all diese Personen als ihr Selbst. (S. 182)

Die Sufis sagen, "die Kaaba, der heilige Ort, das Paradies ist das Herz des Menschen." Deswegen respektieren sie jedes Herz. Jedes Herz ist ihre Kaaba, ihr Heiligtum. Sie verbeugen sich vor dem Menschenherzen, denn in diesem Herzen lebt Gott. (S. 240)

There are many things in the life of a Sufi, but the greatest is to have a tendency to friendship; this is expressed in the form of tolerance and forgiveness, in the form of service and trust. In whatever form he may express it, this is the central theme: the constant desire to prove one's love for humanity, to be the friend of all.

Ein Tempel ist das Menschenherz; ist sein Tor den Mitmenschen verschlossen, so ist es auch Gott verschlossen.

Für den Menschen ist es das größte Privileg, zu einem geeigneten Instrument für Gott zu werden, und solange er dies nicht begreift, hat er den wahren Sinn seines Lebens nicht verstanden. Die ganze Tragödie im Leben der Menschen ist ihre Unkenntnis dieser Tatsache. Von dem Moment an wo ein Mensch dies versteht, lebt er das wirkliche Leben. (S. 178)

Postmodernism involves the loss of any hope that some larger-than-human force—be it God or History or Progress or Science or Reason—is going to come to the aid of humanity and make everything all right in the end. Postmoderns believe that we make our own bed, historically speaking, and we have to lie in it; and that's all there is to say. Except, maybe, that we're not such good bed-makers.

I need so to love a person-be it girl or boy, friend or enemy. And without being able to, I sort of dry up.

Heather Dune Macadam

Sir, you are gainfully employed and a good man who appreciates we are a great human family." "Most certainly, sir," Mark promised. "Alas, many of us foolishly learned the hard way, but you see, once death claims us, a human soul has no color. We are one, and alive and dead, we are beautiful in all that we are.

Colonel, it seems to me that beneath the fabric, be it blue or gray, men do seem to be very much alike. I found nothing alarming about the act at all, and my dear Colonel, I must say, I hardly found you … dangerous.

Most religions teach us to be good people. It's only what men can do with religions that make them bad.

Let's hope that very soon it won't matter whether we're red, black, tan, yellow, white…male or female. Or whether we believe in the White Buffalo Woman, the teachings of Buddha, Allah or God.

A man's religious choice didn't matter in the least if it was his path to decency and remembering his fellow man.

But just as natural disaster brought out the best in some people, it brought out the worst in others.

Evil lies in the hearts of mankind!

Evil is done by the living.

Nothing mattered to him about a person other than what was inside them.

we learn to treat our humanity itself as poisonous, to treat our most human desires as a kind of sickness that can only be cured with outside help.

We're called to speak to people to whom we often don't feel like speaking; to refrain from surrounding ourselves with people "just like us," whose thoughts, ideas, and actions we can more or less manage and control; to share not just with the poor, but with the rich, the mediocre, the irritating, the Republicans, the Democrats, because we never know who the poor are. We never know whose heart is hemorrhaging. We never know who needs a kind work, a smile, a helping hand.

We can discover that of the rough material we've been given, every single thread of what we'll eventually contribute back to the tapestry of all humanity is every bit as important, needed, wanted, and cherished as every and any other scrap and thread.

Even back then I understood the real purpose of literature. I didn't want to hear that people lived happily ever after. I wanted to know that other people suffered, too.

I had also pled, the whole year, to be wholly relieved of my romantic attachment; begged to stop loving so much. But I had finally been given to see that my desire was what made me human; that desire was my glory and my cross; that desire had given me a window onto the divine that would sustain me all my life. I had seen at least one person as God must us-for where did my eyes come from but God? - and that is a rare and precious gift.

It's just a robot. It doesn't have feelings … yet.

Every hour of the day an artist falls to earth and we fall beside them. I fell a long time ago with Arky Levin. But I fell before that beside Marina Abramovi?.