Quotes About Humanity

Desideravi solo la fine del dolore, disse il mostro. Il tuo dolore. La conclusione dell'isolamento in cui questo ti aveva rinchiuso. è il più umano fra tutti i desideri.

In a place of all this beauty and potential, we just repeat the same mistakes. Do we hate paradise so much we have to be sure it becomes a trash heap?

War makes Monsters of Men

But you can't make war personal, or you'll never make the right decisions.' 'And if you didn't make personal decisions, you wouldn't be a person. All war is personal somehow, isn't it? For somebody? Except it's usually hate.

The great trick of the devil is to make you want to see him. But it is only when you see him that you fear him. And by then, it is too late...We are too eager to build devils. Is it only a matter of time before we are at war again?

Poor critter, Doc thought. Marooned here like Robinson Crusoe. And we're the cannibal savages.

Claude Lévi-Strauss once observed that, "for the majority of the human species, and for tens of thousands of years, the idea that humanity includes every human being on the face of the earth does not exist at all. The designation stops at the border of each tribe, or linguistic

OxyContin was, in his view, entirely beyond reproach—a magnificent gift that the Sacklers had bestowed upon humanity that was now being sullied by a nihilistic breed of hillbilly pill poppers.

The anthropologist Claude Lévi-Strauss once observed that, 'for the majority of the human species, and for tens of thousands of years, the idea that humanity includes every human being on the face of the earth does not exist at all. The designation stops at the border of each tribe, or linguistic group, sometimes even at the edge of a village.

His job, he felt, was to speak for the victims - to represent the next person who might be killed in the conflict. He had no particular party; his only allegiance was to those who had been (and would be) cut down.

As he continued to load the barrow, he moved slower and slower, like a machine winding down. Eventually he stopped completely and stood for a long minute, still as stone. Only then did his composure break. And even with no one there to see, he hid his face in his hands and wept quietly, his body wracked with wave on wave of heavy, silent sobs.

But only a fool claims there is no such thing as love. When you see two young ones taring at each other with dewy eyes, there it is. So thick you can spread it on your brread and eat it. When you see a mother with her child, you see love. When you feel it roil in your belly, you know what it is. Even if you cannot give voice to it in words.

muchos recorremos nuestro camino, día tras día, sintiéndonos ligeramente dañados y solos, y que estamos siempre rodeados de otras personas que se sienten exactamente igual que nosotros.

Esa era otra lección que había aprendido, quizá demasiado bien: la gente hacía daño.

Amazing, isn't it?" Kvothe addressed them bitingly. "Five fingers and flesh with blood beneath. One could almost believe that on the other end of that hand lay a person of some sort.

They seemed to be good people. Most people are if given the chance.

And she was sorry. She knew better. Cruelty never helped the turning of the world.

Somos algo más que las partes que nos conforman,

Sabía muy bien que la crueldad no ayudaba a hacer girar el mundo.

Yes, I cried at the end of it. I did then, and I have every time since. Even a reading of the story aloud will bring tears to my eyes. In my opinion, anyone who isn't moved by it is less than human inside.

No matter where you are, people are basically the same. Besides, anger can keep you warm at night, and wounded pride can spur a man to wondrous things.

Anyone so lacking in empathy that he could systematically torment and physically degrade another should not be suffered to live.

Al pan, pan y al vino, vino. Pero a una prostituta llámala siempre señora. La vida de las prostitutas es muy dura, y no cuesta nada ser respetuoso con ellas.

Estés donde estés, la gente es básicamente la misma. Además, la rabia puede calentarte por la noche, y el orgullo herido puede alentar a un hombre a hacer cosas maravillosas.