Quotes About Humanity

DüÅŸünüyorum da,'' diyorum gülerek. ''Ne düÅŸünüyordum biliyor muusunuz? Burada bir sürü insan?z, bedensel varl???m?z? korumak için yiyip içiyoruz, ama var olmam?? için hiçbir ÅŸey hiçbir neden yok.

Il pense donc que l'homme, sans aucun appui et sans aucun secours, est condamné à chaque instant à inventer l'homme.

Ah ! quelle plaisanterie. Pas besoin de gril : l'enfer, c'est les Autres.

Il faut un double soleil pour éclairer le fond de la bêtise humaine.

Je parcours la salle du regard, et un violent dégoût m'envahi. Que fais-je ici? Qu'ai-je été me mêler de discourir sur l'humanisme? Pourquoi ces gens sont-ils là? Pourquoi mangent-ils? C'est vrai qu'ils ne savent pas, eux, qu'ils existent. J'ai envie de partir, de m'en aller quelque part où je serais vraiment à ma place , où je m'emboîterais...Mais ma place n'est nulle part; je suis de trop.

Yet he loved, he wanted to live, he saw himself dying; that is enough to make a whole man. Il a aimé, pourtant, il a voulu vivre, il s'est vu mourir; cela suffit pour faire tout un homme.

Widzi pan, ?e ich pan nie kocha, tych dwojga. Mo?e nie potrafi?by ich pan nawet rozpozna? na ulicy. Stanowi? dla pana tylko symbole. Nie nad nimi si? pan teraz rozczula: rozczula si? pan nad M?odo?ci? Cz?owieka, nad Mi?o?ci? M??czyzny i Kobiety, mad G?osem ludzkim. -I co z tego, czy to nie istnieje? -Oczywi?cie,?e nie, to nie istnieje. Ani M?odo??, ani Wiek dojrza?y, ani Staro??, ani ?mier?...

In the second place, this is the only theory that endows man with any dignity, and the only one that does not turn him into an object.

La justice est une affaire d'hommes

Mizantropul este om: e absolut necesar ca umanistul sa fie intr-o oarecare masura mizantrop.Dar e un mizantrop stiintific, care a stiut sa-si dozeze ura, care incepe prin a-i uri pe oameni pentru a-i putea iubi mai bine, apoi.

For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.

I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.

Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake.

Of course it was a terrible thing, and the world would be a much better place without someone in it who could do that, but did that mean we had to miss lunch?

What a frail thing a human being is—and without the Passenger, that is all I was, a poor imitation of a human being. Weak, soft, slow and stupid, unseeing, unhearing and unaware, helpless, hopeless, and harried.

But in all truth, it didn't matter, not even a little bit. It was just one more of the dozens of dopey contradictions making up the many-sided mess that was humanity, and all things considered, it was much less interesting than thinking about what Rita might have cooked for dinner.

But out of the many ironies in my current unhappy contretemps, perhaps the worst of all is that I, Dexter the Monster, Dexter the Ultimate Outsider, Dexter the Nonhuman—I, too, am reduced in extremis to that ultimate human lament: Why Me?

People don't usually bother me very much, since they are, after all, only flesh and blood, and I know very well just how fragile and transitory that is. But

THERE ARE MANY ASPECTS OF HUMAN EXISTENCE that I will never understand, and I don't just mean intellectually. I mean that I lack the ability to empathize, as well as the capacity to feel emotion.

teeth. I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.

For the first time human life seemed rare and valuable, in spite of the fact that there was so much of it, and for the most part it consistently failed to prove its worth.

I come from parents who are big on respect and also who are big on treating everyone with love. No race, no religion, no culture—none of that matters. You're a person: you deserve respect. I was in a position to make people feel good and welcome and loved. Why wouldn't I act on that?

As has happened in the American Civil War and World War I, the technology for mass destruction has far outpaced man's ability to maintain the peace.

May God have mercy on us all.