Quotes About Humanity

I thought: This is what the living do. And I swooned at the ordinary nature of the task and myself, at my chapped hands and square palms, at the way my wrists bent and fingers flexed inside this living body.

Call us what you will: we are made such by love.

No man has received from nature the right to command his fellow human beings.

Tout a son vrai loyer dans ce monde. Il y a deux procureurs généraux, l'un à votre porte qui châtie les délits contre la société; la nature est l'autre. Celle-ci connaît de tous les vices qui échappent aux lois.

Tell me how it is that whoever wrote out the great scroll could have decreed that such would be the reward of a noble act? Why should I, who am merely a miserable compound of faults, take your defence while He calmly watched you being attacked, knocked down, manhandled and trampled underfoot, He who is supposed to be the embodiment of all perfection?

He was completely and openly a mess. Meanwhile the rest of us go on trying to fool each other.

In my writing, I want to be laid bare as a human being.

We live in the post-trash, man. It'll be a real short eon. Down in the ectoplasmic circuitry where humanity's leaders are all linked up unconsciously with each other and with the masses, man, there's been this unanimous worldwide decision to trash the planet and get on to a new one.

Let me tell you, the bite of the serpent is nothing compared to the bite of your fellow man.

Will they remember us, Aravan? Will Mankind remember us at all? ... Mayhap, Gwylly, mayhap. Mayhap in their legends and their fables. Mayhap in naught but their dreams.

I believe in God. Maybe not the Catholic God or even the Christian one because I have a hard time seeing any God as elitist. I also have a hard time believing that anything that created rain forests and oceans and an infinite universe would, in the same process, create something as unnatural as humanity in its own image. I believe in God, but not as a he or she or an it, but as something that defines my ability to conceptualize within the rather paltry frames of reference I have on hand.

He wanted to go on for hours. He wanted someone to listen to him and to understand that speech wasn't just about communicating ideas or opinions. Sometimes, it was about trying to convey whole human lives. And while you knew even before you opened your mouth that you'd fail, somehow the trying was what mattered. The trying was all you had.

Monsters don't dress like monsters; they dress like humans. Even stranger, they rarely know they're the monsters.

Choice, I've always believed, is all that separates us from animals.

So he's a bad guy." "Everyone's bad." "No," Bob said, "they're not. Most people are okay." "Yeah?" A smile of disbelief. "Yeah. They just, I dunno, make a lotta messes and then they make more messes trying to clean those first messes up and after a while that's your life." She sniffled and chuckled at the same time. "That's it, uh?" "That's it sometimes.

When it came down to it, though, you had to remember all those assholes cutting you off in traffic and walking the streets and shouting in bars and turning their music up too loud and mugging you and raping you and selling you lemon cars-all those assholes were just children who'd aged. No miracle. Nothing sacred in that.

The mean things of this world had only one lesson-we are meaner than you'd ever imagine.

Cruelty is older than the Bible. Savagery beat its chest in the first human summer and has kept beating it every day since. The worst in men is commonplace. The best is a far rarer thing.

and two men standing up top, weeping like children because they'd somehow never known the world could get this bad.

You've mislaid your trust in the past, had your faith in people broken, shattered even. You've been betrayed. Lied to. So you've chosen not to trust. And this protects you to some extent, I'm sure. But it also isolates you from the rest of humanity. You are disconnected. You are displaced. And the only way to find your way back to a place, to a connection, is to trust again.

We're humans, so we're messy

The worst of us has good in him. The best of us has pure fucking evil in his heart. We battle. It's all we can do.

Dio ama la violenza. Tu capisci, non è così? Altrimenti perché ce ne sarebbe così tanta? La violenza è dentro di noi. Sgorga da noi. È la cosa che ci viene più naturale, prima ancora di respirare. Noi scateniamo guerre. Pratichiamo sacrifici. Saccheggiamo e straziamo le carni dei nostri fratelli. Riempiamo campi immensi di morti, della loro puzza. E perché? Per mostrare a Lui che abbiamo imparato dal Suo esempio.

They only kill other human beings easily. So, so, so, it can't change if they don't see us as fellow humans. Can't change if they only see us as others.