Quotes About Humanity

Science fiction," Butler writes, "has long treated people who might or might not exist—extraterrestrials. Unfortunately, however, many of the same science-fiction writers who started us thinking about the possibility of extraterrestrial life did nothing to make us think about here-at-home human variation.

Yet God has been here all along, shaping us and being shaped by us in no particular way or in too many ways at once like an amoeba—or like a cancer. Chaos.

I sat where I was, more depressed than ever, hating the whole hopeless, stupid business and wondering whether the human species would ever grow up enough to learn to communicate without using fists of one kind or another.

We're an adaptable species," she said, refusing to be stopped, "but it's wrong to inflict suffering just because your victim can endure it." "Learn

His father wasn't the monster he could have been with the power he held over his slaves. He wasn't a monster at all. Just an ordinary man who sometimes did the monstrous things his society said were legal and proper.

Curt Loehr, the Oankali said, needed people to look after. People stabilized him, gave him purpose. Without them, he might have been a criminal—or dead.

Once people get the idea that it's all right to take what you want and destroy the rest, who knows when they'll stop.

This would be so goddamn much easier if I weren't human," she said. "Think about it. If I weren't human, why the hell would I care whether you got raped?

How many people, I wonder, can be penned up and tormented—reeducated—before it begins to matter to the majority of Americans? How does this penning people up look to other countries? Do they know? Would they care? There are worse things happening here in the States and elsewhere, I know.

How many people, I wonder, can be penned up and tormented—reeducated—before it begins to matter to the majority of Americans? How does this penning people up look to other countries? Do they know? Would they care?

There are times when I wish I believed in hell—other than the hells we make for one another, I mean.

If God is Change, then... then who loves us? Who cares about us? Who cares for us?" "We care for one another," I said. "We care for ourselves and one another.

God has been here all along, shaping us and being shaped by us in no particular way or in too many ways at once like an amoeba—or like a cancer. Chaos.

All that money wasted on another crazy space trip when so many people here on earth can't afford water, food, or shelter.

Kevin, you don't have to beat people to treat them brutally." "Wait a minute," he said. "I'm not minimizing the wrong that's being done here. I just …" "Yes you are. You don't mean to be, but you are.

Kevin, você não precisa bater nas pessoas para tratá-las com brutalidade.

And of course he was flattered that she wanted him. He was human, and no doubt tired of being alone.

L'avevo sentito morire e non ero morta. Avevo sentito il suo dolore come se fosse un essere umano, la sua vita divampare e spegnersi, eppure ero ancora viva.

How many people, I wonder, can be penned up and tormented—reeducated—before it begins to matter to the majority of Americans? How does this penning people up look to other countries?

Attention : A la guerre Comme en temps de paix, L'égoïsme aveugle Fait plus de victimes Que tous les autres fléaux Semence de la Terre : le Livre des Vivants

Gli essere umani sono bravissimi sono bravissimi a crearsi un inferno perfino nell'abbondanza.

one is…a major key to us, to human beings, I mean. When we have no difficult, long-term purpose to strive toward, we fight each other. We destroy ourselves. We have these chaotic, apocalyptic periods of murderous craziness.

They say we have no business wasting time or money in space when there are so many people suffering here on Earth, here in America.

Humanity in its attempt to destroy itself had made the world unlivable.