Quotes About Humanity

Let us not hold ourselves above our fellow human beings. To see how we are all of one family is compassion.

He belongs to that fraction of humanity which for centuries has made other fractions the objects of contempt and exploitation, then, when it saw the handwriting on the wall, set about to give them back their humanity.

So much easier to say, 'The devil made him do it,' than to face up to something much more horrifying: somebody, a person just like you, decided to do evil. And enjoys it.

The World Trade Center is a living symbol of man's dedication to world peace... a representation of man's belief in humanity, his need for individual dignity, his beliefs in the cooperation of men, and, through cooperation, his ability to find greatness.

Aquest ponent exhibeix una impúdica proclivitat a l'èmfasi, com si no estigués condemnat, com tots, a caure en un oblit indestriable i trist.

I look for the humanity in people, however big the politics or oppressive the situation may be, whether it's subsumed within a human being or between two human beings. I want to help us hold a mirror to ourselves.

We have to realize only in communication, in real knowledge, in real reaching out, can there be an understanding that there's humanity everywhere, and that's what I'm trying to do.

When I was fifteen, a dark shape came into my room at night. It was dark, but it glowed, which is the first of many facts you will have to tackle with your imagination. It wasn't in the shape of a person, but right away I knew it was like a person in every way except for how it looked. As it turns out, our looks are not the main thing that makes us human.

We grew still and stared at each other. It seemed incredibly dangerous to look into each other's eyes, but we were doing it. For how long can you behold another person? Before you have to think of yourself again, like dipping the brush back in for more ink. For a very long time, you didn't need to get more ink, there was no reason to get anything else, because she was as good as me, she lived on earth like me, she suffered as I did.

And it struck me that maybe True magazine had been wrong. Maybe there are no New Men. Maybe there are only the living and the dead, and all those who are living deserve each other and are equal to each other.

I feel into the eyes of every person I passed on the street.

I cried in English, I cried in French, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world. Esperanto.

I had forgotten about the baby. Until then she had been giving birth to birth—to contractions and noises and liquids. There was someone in there. We

Era epoca redescoperirii înÈ›elepciunii str?vechi a umanit??ii, epoca spiritelor conjurate de mediumuri groteÈ™ti... Toate acestea erau exuviile unei epoci ce trecea de la tehnologia aburilor la cea a electricit??ii, pentru ca oamenii s? nu uite c? tehnologia È™i magia nu sunt decât feÈ›ele aceleiaÈ™i medalii, c? în mintea lor primitiv-sofisticat? miracolul tehnologiei era mereu contrabalansat de tehnologia miracolului.

Azi ÅŸtiu c? a fi matur, a fi om întreg, nu înseamn? altceva decât a înÅ£elege c? eÅŸti r?u, fundamental ÅŸi dincolo de orice altceva.

As fi vrut sa pastrez doar creierul primitiv, sa ma topesc de dragoste si sa ma invinetesc de ura, sa salivez, sa gafai, sa tusesc, sa stranut, sa sughit, sa-mi bata inima si sa-mi filtrez sangele prin rinichi si sa-mi omor microbii in limfa, totul impreuna cu toti, cu grupul, cu gasca sau cu familia sau cu neamul sau cu specia sau cu lumea vie sau cu Dumnezeirea, doar sa nu mai traiesc schizofrenia gandirii, acest mizerabil pseudonim pentru singuratate.

ToÅ£i suntem triÅŸti, spunea el. Nu se vede întotdeauna, dar toÅ£i oamenii sunt triÅŸti.

Ar fi însp?imânt?tor s? crezi c? din tot acest cosmos atât de armonios, des?vârÅŸit ÅŸi egal cu sine, numai viaÅ£a omului se petrece la întâmplare, numai destinul lui n-are nici un sens.

Nu puteam crede c? sunt ?i eu asemenea celorlalte mii de muritori neferici?i, care iubesc ?i uit?, ?i mor f?r? s? socoteasc? nimic etern, nimic definitiv.

How then does every man kill his brother?

Foreigners have become people everywhere.

For no man has adherents on the day of woe. I gave to the beggar, I raised the orphan, I gave success to the poor as to the wealthy..

Can't you just be like the rest of us, normal and sad and fucked up and alive and remorseful?

I had a thought, on the way home from the rock field, that the things we don't know about a person are the things that make them human, and it made me feel sad to think that, but sad in that reassuring way that some sadness has, a sadness that says welcome home in twelve different languages.