Quotes About Humanity

human beings, cans of living preserves

You don't mean to say that Hogan has turned into a woman? Why, yes, that's him all right, you can recognize him by the fact that he has two legs, two arms, and an indecipherable face. Man, woman, what difference does it make? Are they not all exactly the same, these little black insects with their rhythmic movements, the same eyes, the same thoughts?

It's actually all right with God if you are nice to yourself! Rather than experiencing your anxiety or depression as an occasion for self-loathing and condemning yourself for being such a failure, you can experience it as an opportunity to soften your heart towards yourself. Seek to have an open heart toward yourself with gentleness. After all, we are all flawed and fragile! Your anxiety or depression is simply a part of common humanity.

It's just how human beings are built. Two thousand years later, why do we know the name of Judas and not the soldier who nailed Christ to the cross? In

I looked around the barroom. Someone else might have seen nothing more than a random crowd of drinkers, but I saw my people. Kith and kin. Every sort of person was there – stockbrokers and safecrackers, athletes and invalids, mothers and supermodels – but we were as one. We'd all been hurt by something, or somebody, and so we'd all come to Publicans, because misery loves company, but what it really craves is a crowd.

My mother and the men believed that being a good man is an art, and being a bad man is a tragedy, for the world as much as for those who depend on the tragic man in question.

W]hat is man, that he dares so to accuse himself?

It only took a couple of trips Downtown to realize that we had met the enemy and he was us.

The mythic voice rising from literature and art allows us to be humane. We are not humane because of political power, or education, or even religion. We are humane because we recognize the humanity of others. The writer and the artist appeal to that humanity. For that reason, literature and art are the bones of civilization.

Don't let people suffer! Don't let anyone be hurt! If you can help, then help! What about that is complicated?" Mari demanded. Alain thought about her words. "It is not complicated, but doing it might be…" What was the right word? "Difficult." "Yeah, well, that's me in a nutshell, isn't it?

Every person is special," Kira insisted. "Every person deserves dignity and respect, and being thought of as something that matters.

The measure of who you are," Mari had told her, "is how well you treat people you don't have to treat well.

But people can hurt other people or they can help other people, and I don't want to be someone who hurts.

What the world really needs is more love and less paperwork. Pearl Bailey

Things are a lot easier when people know you're human. -Gerald Moore

Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever. -Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

compassion is the key no matter what the line of work you are in.

Their loss-of-comms link-up point was just a mile to the southeast. There was no sign of any other human life.

When the men and women on both sides love their children more than they hate their enemies, then maybe this can stop.

The "norm" for humanity is love. Brutality is an aberration. We are not sinners by nature. We learn to be bad. We are taught to stray from our good paths. We are made to be crazy by other people who are also crazy and who draw for us a map of the world which is ugly, negative, fearful, and crazy.

recent. Like all of Homer's Homosassa paintings, Shell Heap conveys an intimate and vital connection linking humankind, nature, and history. I call this triad Homer's truth, and it lies at the heart of this book.

If we believe that we are just animals, without immortal souls, we are already but one step removed from pod people.

The women at Dachau knew they were about to be gassed when they pushed back the Nazi guard who wanted to die with them, saying he must live. And sang for a little while after the doors closed.

During the Second World War, the good people of the great Mosque in Paris looked after many of the city's Jewish population, supplying them with Muslim identity certificates so they would not be taken away to concentration camps.