Quotes About Humanity

En alguna parte de la tierra, más allá de las alambradas de púas, los hombres libres se estrechaban la mano y levantaban sus vasos para desear a los demás un feliz Año Nuevo... Pero en Birkenau, las ratas estaban cebándose en la carne de los niños de Europa

O kraju ?wiadcz? jego Zwierz?ta. Stosunek do Zwierz?t. Je?eli ludzie zachowuj? si? bestialsko wobec Zwierz?t, nie pomo?e im ?adna demokracja ani w ogóle nic.

What makes us most human is the possession of a unique and irreproducible story, that we take place over time and leave behind our traces.

ograniczenie umys?owe i okrucie?stwo ludzkie nie zna granic.

On a Wednesday in January, at seven in the morning, it's plain to see that the world was not made for Man, and definitely not for his comfort or pleasure.

Perhaps one could get used to it? Learn to live with it, just as people live in the cities of Auschwitz or Hiroshima, without ever thinking about what happened there in the past. They simply live their lives.

Come back to me. The world is terrible and it can kill you. Look at the earthquakes, the volcanic eruptions, the fires and the floods," He thundered from the rain clouds. "Oh, come on, I'll manage," man replied, and was gone.

Gradually I felt flooded by a powerful sense of communion with the people passing by. Each man was my brother and each woman my sister. We were so very much alike. So fragile, impermanent, and easily destroyed. We trustingly went to and fro beneath the sky, which had nothing good in store for us.

People are built like houses inside- they have stairwells, spacious halls, vestibules that are always too weakly lit to count the doors into the rooms, row upon row of apartments, damp chambers, slimy, tiled bathrooms with cast-iron baths, steps with handrails taut as veins, artery-like corridors, joint-like landings, passages, guest rooms, draughty chambers into which a sudden current of warm air flows, closets, twists and turns and cubby-holes, and larders full of forgotten supplies.

Infants and old people look the same.

death renders all faces similar.

Tak wi?c mam przed oczami ci?gle ten obraz, jak w czasie rosyjskiego obl??enia, gdy wali?y dzia?a i kruszy?y si? mury twierdzy, gdy trz?s?a si? ostrzeliwana ziemia i ludzie padali jak muchy, Pan w izbie oficerskiej przy wie?y swojego wi?zienia ssa? kobiec? pier? i naprawia? w ten sposób dziurawy, n?dzny ?wiat.

I stopped in the sloping market square, and gradually I felt flooded by a powerful sense of communion with the people passing by. Each man was my brother and each woman my sister. We were so very much alike. So fragile, impermanent, and easily destroyed. We trustingly went to and fro beneath the sky, which had nothing good in store for us.

One can put up with the petty things that hardly cause any discomfort, but not with senseless, ubiquitous cruelty. It's perfectly simple—if other people are happy, we're happy too. The simplest equation in the world.

Other people's life stories are not a topic for debate. One should hear them out, and reciprocate in the same coin.

You know what, sometimes it seems to me we're living in a world that

The first thing every neophyte must understand is that God, whatever he is, has nothing in common with humankind, and that he remains so far away as to be completely inaccessible to the human senses. The same is true of his intentions. At no point will people ever learn what he is up to.

As long as people don't find out how awful and abominable man can be to fellow man, their innocence will be left intact.

În ianuarie, în zilele de miercuri, la ?apte diminea?a, se vede c? lumea nu a fost creat? pentru om ?i cu siguran?? nu pentru confortul ?i pl?cerea lui.

Only a piece of machinery could possibly carry all the world's pain. Only a machine, simple, effective and just. But if everything were to happen mechanically, our prayers wouldn't be needed.

Each man was my brother and each woman my sister. We were so very much alike. So fragile, impermanent, and easily destroyed.

He looks like a guy who discovered not so long ago that he's not really so different from everybody else - thus attaining, in other words, his own enlightenment. (page 408)

Drogi Mieczys?awie (...) czy zgodzi si? pan ze mn?, ?e cz?owiek istnieje tylko w j?zyku? Wszystko poza j?zykiem jest zwierz?ce i niezró?nicowane. To j?zyk sprawia, ?e jeste?my tym, kim jeste?my.

Literatura pomaga nam rozpozna? si? w cudzych istnieniach".