Quotes About Humanity

It seems to me the true and individual nature of a human being's eyes defy description, or at least my capabilities. They're not like anything else, or anyone else's, and may be the most perfect proof of the existence of a Creator.

the more the musicians played the more it struck me that Irish music was a language of its own, accommodating expression of ecstasy and rapture and lightness and fun as well as sadness and darkness and loss, and that in its rhythms and repetitions was the trace history of humanity thereabouts, going round and round.

Some people you meet and you feel this little lift in your heart, this Ah, because there's something in them that's brighter or lighter, something beautiful or better than you, and here's the magic: instead of feeling worse, instead of feeling why am I so ordinary?, you feel just the opposite, you feel glad. In a weird way you feel better, because before this you hadn't realised or you'd forgotten human beings could shine so.

at that moment I understood that this in miniature was the world, a connective of human feeling, for the most part by far pulsing with the dream of the betterment of the other, and in this was an invisible current that, despite faults and breakdowns, was all the time being restored and switched back on and was running not because of past or future times but because, all times since beginning and to the end, the signal was still on, still pulsing, and still trying to love.

He believed that human beings were inside a story that had no ending because its teller had started it without conceiving of one, and that after ten thousand tales was no nearer to finding the resolution of the last page. Story was the stuff of life, and to realise you were inside one allowed you to sometimes surrender to the plot, to bear a little easier the griefs and suffering and to enjoy more fully the twists that came along the way.

Neither did she realise yet that grief is a kind of glue, too, that the essence of humanity is this empathy, and that we fall together in that moment of tenderest perception when we see and feel each other's wounds and know another's sorrow like a brother of our own.

That was one of the things about him. He walked this line between the comic and the poignant, between the certainly doomed and the hopelessly hopeful. In time I came to think it the common ground of all humanity.

Human beings are not seamless smooth creations, they have insoluble parts, and the closer you look the more mysterious they become.

The dark is settling in. The sky glows yellow- pale- anemic from the city lights. The Tenderloin at night is a real horror show. Every 3 feet someone is accosting you with a plea for a handout or the offer of drug or sex. The men and women wander the streets and alleys with a threatening, violont want. Takers looking to take, hustlers looking to hustle, all trying to satisfy a craving that is parpatually unsatisfiable. And tonight I'm one of them.

Tratemos de ser felices, recomiendo yo, chupando la miserable costilla humana. Extraigamos de ella el líquido renovador, Cada cual de acuerdo con sus inclinaciones personales. ¡Aferrémonos a esta piltrafa divina!

El enemigo dice es el país el que tiene la culpa como si los países fueran hombres.

but look," he said, a little desperately. "What would the world be like if everyone settled things like this?" Frieda stood up. "What is the world like?" she said.

would say that a lot of the science that ends up helping people is undertaken by men and women who are doing it for its own sake, and that going around weeping for those who suffer doesn't mean you're actually doing anything to help them.

the public knew, he thought, his feet in their heavy boots sliding among the syringes, if they knew how some people lived and how they died.

Monsters don't exist. It's men you should be afraid of, not monsters.

Stop all this talk about monsters, Michele. Monsters don't exist. It's men you should be afraid of, not monsters.

Devi avere paura degli uomini, non dei mostri.

Quelle che tu chiami figure di merda sono sprazzi di splendore mediatico che danno lustro al personaggio e che ti rendono più umano e simpatico. Se non esistono più regole etiche ed estetiche le figure di merda decadono di conseguenza.

Noi ne-am n?scut în timp ce mamele noastre r?cneau de durere.

The arc of our evolutionary history is long. But it bends towards goodness

The fundamental reason is that we each carry within us an evolutionary blueprint for making a good society.

Seeing people only as members of groups is, he says, "inherently reductionist and dehumanizing, a collectivist and ideological abstraction of all that is original and creative in the human being, of all that has not been imposed by inheritance, geography, or social pressure." Real, personal identity, he argues, "springs from the capacity of human beings to resist these influences and counter them with free acts of their own invention." 5

Bread for myself is a material question. Bread for my neighbor is a spiritual one.

One night he had shared his quarters with a wounded drummer boy, protecting the child from cold.