Quotes About Humanity

We don't know who we are or how to function, much less how to bloom. Blind nature. Homo sapiens. Who's kidding whom?

Wrong to seal illogic with a kiss but I do it myself all the time.

Our broken society is not born out of the triumph of the individual, but out of his effacement. He vanishes, she vanishes, ask them who they are and they will offer you a wallet or a child.

Reading's not a luxury, art's not a luxury. It's about your soul, and it's about yourself. And if reading is a luxury, being human is a luxury

Hardship is a man-made device because man cannot exist without passion. Religion is somewhere between fear and sex.

Only humans can know what it means to strip a human being of being human.

And I notice too often that the most unfeeling of people relieve their shuttered hearts by cooing over babies, who when grown , will be the same people exploited or ignored.

Where did love begin? What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there a day, exhausted and weary, dragging home food, arms cut and scarred, that you saw yellow flowers and, not knowing what you did, picked them because I love you?

Dupa cateva experimente simple, a devenit clar ca oamenii care abandonasera gravitatia fusesera, la randul lor, abandonati de ea." (pag 143)

I am not a machine, there is only so much and no more that I can absorb of the misery of my kind, when my tears are exhausted a dullness takes place, and out of that dullness a terrible callousness, so that I look on suffering and feel it not.

Didn't they like you? Didn't they, like you, need a heart that was a book with no last page? Turn the leaves.

Nuclear, ecological, chemical, economic — our arsenal of Death by Stupidity is impressive for a species as smart as Homo sapiens [Strange New World, http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/20/boo... ].

Are you like all other men after all? The poor should have no justice, just as they have no food, no decent shelter, no regular livelihood? Is that how your saviour Jesus treated the poor?

yaralanmak, göründüÄŸü kadar?yla, insan olabilmenin bir yolu ya da anahtar?. O bir ?st?rap ya da bir erdem.

I watched him, sardonic, cynical. A great poet, truly, yet unkind. The gifts of our nature seem not to modify the manner of our behaviour.

Should be great. But when have things ever worked out great? In the human dream?

I wish to know, said Claire. God help us, muttered Byron. I wish TO KNOW why all that ails mankind must be the fault of womankind? Women are weak, said Byron. Or perhaps men need to believe it is so, I said.

But making the ugly hurt part human again is not an exercise for the well-meaning social worker in us. This is the most dangerous work you can do. It is like bomb disposal but you are the bomb. That's the problem--the awful thing is you.

In any case, could it be worse than human? I read today that humans have wiped out sixty per cent of animal wildlife since 1970. In Brazil we have a dictator posting as a democratically elected president who is opening up the Amazon to commercial interests. Human beings really don't have a better chance than AI. We are too late for anything else.

All our faults, vanities, idiocies, prejudices, cruelty. Do you really want augmented humans, superhumans, uploaded humans, forever humans, with all the shit that comes with us? Morally and spiritually, we are barely crawling out of the sea onto dry land. We're not ready for the future you want. Have we ever been ready? said Victor. Progress is a series of accidents, of mistakes made in a hurry, of unforeseen consequences.

God Forgive Me,' I say, and feel pity for a Deity that must concern Himself with pots of preserve. Had I lordship of the Universe I should roll men lke marbles in the pan of space and never ask where they stopped or fell.

Bombay. Cairo. Paris. New York. I've been to those places now. The curious thing is that no matter how different they are, people are all preoccupied with the same things, that is, the same thing; how to live. We have to eat, we want to make money, but in every pause the question returns: How shall I live?

Biz hissedecek ÅŸekilde tasarlar?mlan?p inÅŸa edildik, dolay?s?yla hiçbir zihinsel halimiz, hiçbir düÅŸüncemiz yoktur ki ayn? zamanda bir duygu durumu olmas?n. Hiçbirimiz a??r?, kald?rabileceÄŸimizden fazla hissetmeyiz, ancak baz?lar?m?z mümkün olduÄŸunca az hissedebilmek için elinden geleni yapar.

Could so many straightforward ordinary lives suddenly become men to kill and women to rape?