Quotes About Humanity

What they call witches - most of them are just regular people, nice people. The evil ones are those that hunt and hurt others, witch or no.

War is by no means something glamorous, and I don't think that should ever be forgotten.

We humans may think of ourselves as solid objects, all flesh and bone. But take a close look, and it's clear our bodies are composed largely of oxygen and hydrogen. We are essentially ephemeral – akin as much to wind water, and fire as to earth.

There is nothing in man or nature that does not ask questions.

If there's hell below, we're all gonna go.

We have to make mistakes, it's how we learn compassion for others.

Hope for a future … free from oppression and injustice, when a new humanity includes all peoples, languages, tribes, and nations—now exists in the realm of mystery. Only the mystics see and experience it in its fullness.

Reconciliation for the powerful and privileged means trusting those who have lived under oppression and even following their lead in becoming one new humanity.

humans, ah, humans I get right every time." And her

There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.

Héloïse noticed that his hair, of which a strand had escaped from under his wig, was fox-red, and that he had a boil on the back of his neck. It made him seem more human and less awe-inspiring, which was a comfort.

It's easy to remember only the good parts of people if you never see them. Real people are much more complicated.

Man [as Bill often said] is a virus in shoes.

People can be unimaginably foolish...and they can be unimaginably grand, at times.

Perhaps the story of the human race is best understood as a journey through particularly hazardous terrain, in the dark, in a not very well-serviced vehicle, with a succession of drivers of varying competence, in assorted states of inebreiation

Neither harsh reviews, the contempt of equals nor the indifference of superiors can affect those who have once tapped the great heart of suffering humanity and found out what a goldmine it is.

When we have ceased to love the stench of the human animal, either in others or in ourselves, then are we condemned to misery, and clear thinking can begin.

When I contemplate the accumulation of guilt and remorse which, like a garbage-can, I carry through life, and which is fed not only by the lightest action but by the most harmless pleasure, I feel Man to be of all living things the most biologically incompetent and ill-organized.

Marx's simultaneous critique of the categories of political economy, of utopian socialism and of Hegel does not aim to replace them with an improved set. He grasps them as expressions of the way that humanity is concealed within inhumanity. By tracing their logical interconnections, he finds the way to break their stranglehold on our consciousness and on our lives.

Had Beta been French, perhaps he would've been an existentialist, probably though that would not have satisfied him. He smiled contemptuously at mental speculations, for he remembered seeing philosophers fighting over garbage in the concentration camps. Human thought had no significance; subterfuge and self-deception were easy to decipher: all that really counted was the movement of matter.

What is poetry which does not save nations or people? Czes?aw Mi?osz

The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will. What I'm saying here is not, I agree, poetry, as poems should be written rarely and reluctantly, under unbearable duress and only with the hope that good spirits, not evil ones, choose us for their instrument.

Since that moment when in a house with low eaves A doctor from the town cut the navel-string And pears dotted with white mildew Reposed in their nests of luxurious weeds I have been in the hands of humans.

Indeed, the price one had to pay to remain true to the logic of History was terrible. One had to behold passively the death of thousands, take on one's conscience the torture of women and children transformed into human torches