Quotes About Humanity

No lo entiendo. ¿Aquí quién es el bueno? —No siempre hay un bueno. Ni siempre hay un malo. Casi todo el mundo está en algún punto intermedio.

No todos en la vida somos buenos o malos, casi todos estamos en un punto medio

What a sad thing men are. Can't do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can't build something without tearing it down. It ain't the Spackle that drove us to the end. It was ourselves.

You end up hating so many people that without even noticing, you start to hate everyone. Including yourself. But that's the trick, you see? The trick that makes everything survivable. You've got to love somebody.

What a sad thing men are. Can't do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can't build something up without tearing it down.

War makes monsters of men," I say, quoting Ben from that night in the weird place where New World buried its dead. "And women," Mistress Coyle says.

Kindness is the most important thing of all. Pity is an insult. Kindness is a miracle.

And we dream the same in my town as you probably do in a city. We yearn the same, wish the same. We're just as screwed-up and brave and false and loyal and wrong and right as anyone else.

But war can't be personal," I say, almost asking it. "If it's the person that'll end the war," Ben says. "Then it's not personal, it's universal.

To allow someone, anyone, to suffer is the greatest sin there is.

Pity is an insult. Kindness is a miracle.

it's been obvious since the beginning that wars make no sense. You kill people to tell them you want to stop killing them. Monsters of men, I think. And women.

There is not always a good guy. Nor is there always a bad one. Most people are somewhere in between. Conor

I fight them every time I bandage the blackened eye of a woman, every time I remove shrapnel from a bomb victim. That's my war. That's the war I'm fighting.

There is not always a good guy. Nor is there always a bad one. Most people are somewhere inbetween. Conor shook his head. "That's a terrible story. And a cheat." It is a true story, the monster said. Many things that are true feel like a cheat.

What a sad thing men are. Can't do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can't build something up without tearing it down. It ain't the Spackle that drove us to the end. It was ourselves.

But you can't make war personal," I say, "or you'll never make the right decisions." "And if you didn't make personal decisions, you wouldn't be a person.

Then he did it a bit more. "I don't understand. Who's the good guy here?" There is not always a good guy. Nor is there always a bad one. Most people are somewhere inbetween.

war only destroys. No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors. You accept things that would appal you at any other time because life has temporarily lost all meaning." "War makes monsters of men,

A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes monsters of men. "Wrong," says the Mayor. "It's war that makes us men in the first place. Until there's war, we are only children.

War makes monsters of men, you once said to me, Todd. Well, so does too much knowledge. Too much knowledge of your fellow man, too much knowledge of his weakness, his pathetic greed and vanity, and how laughably easy it is to control him.

She can smell him now, a smudge of unwashed skin, poverty, extreme loneliness. She takes the can, still holding his hand, unrolling it, running a finger across its weathered palm.

No siempre hay un bueno. Ni siempre hay un malo. Casi todo el mundo está en algún punto intermedio.

Non sempre c'è un buono. Come non c'è sempre un cattivo. La maggior parte delle persone è una via di mezzo fra le due cose.