Quotes About Humanity

Life is short, but art is long. Sophocles is dead, but Oedipus lives on…Each of us when we read a great piece of literature is a little more human than befor

As historian Dick de Mildt argues, "By converting the criminal actors of the story into demon-like lunatics, we distance ourselves from them in a radical fashion, assuming them to belong to a different species which only remotely resembles us in physiognomy.

With His head in His hands,God thought and thought,Till He thought: I'll make me a man!

When one has seen something of the world and human nature, one must conclude, after all, that between people in like stations of life there is very little difference the world over.

Music is a universal art; anybody's music belongs to everybody; you can't limit it to race or country.

The battle was first waged over the right of the Negro to be classed as a human being with a soul; later, as to whether he had sufficient intellect to master even the rudiments of learning; and today it is being fought out over his social recognition.

Whenever I hear protests from the South that it should be left alone to deal with the Negro question, my thoughts go back to that scene of brutality and savagery. I do not see how a people that can find in its conscience any excuse whatever for slowly burning to death a human being, or for tolerating such an act, can be entrusted with the salvation of a race.

The parts of humanity that use to be civil are dead and gone. The only thing left is a technological, emotionless, colorless, dead version of reality we live in every day.

Humans will market anything to make a fucking profit. Religion, war, love, hate, sex, violence, pain, humor, emotion... all for fucking paper. We are pathetic beings.

Neighbour, companion, fellow traveller, all are He! In mendicant's habit and in king's satin, all are He! In the assemblies of separation and in the private places of union, By God, all are He, once again: by God, all are He

These people all woke up this morning and reminded themselves to be human beings. Not everyone knows how to do that. No vermin, my people. Real human beings.

But why should I care what he's doing if I'm crazy about you?' 'We are allowed to have more than one feeling at once,' said Kenneth. 'We are human beings, not ants.

He respected a person's right to weakness.

It was not about him loving her. They'd had so many ebbs and flows. They were in this life together; what they needed from each other was clearly defined. In these moments she felt they were connected by so much: distance, space, money, silence, support. And every so often the acknowledgment of each other's humanity.

my life was only one of countless stories of human pain; that though I had considered myself the prima donna of sufferers, I was simply one of a vast troupe; that darkness indeed descends upon every man and woman, but that moon and stars also shine down upon all. p 315

I'm uninterested in superheroes. I am only interested in real stories, real people, real connection.

So ardent did he sing, each note might carry a breath of his life. People passing stopped to hear. And seeing them gathered, he stumbled among them with his hat held out. It was easy to credit the truth of his song, that his dim old eyes, they once had shone, that his heart, once cheerful, had been bro-o-ken. Two coins chinkled in his hat. And so it was when nights were still and sleep had yet to bind him, round him shone that other light, finely to remind him.

But when you boil it down, we are all the same on this planet and death is hereditary. We should treat each other better and love our neighbor. In fact, Jesus was asked what was the greatest commandment issued by God and He said to love God with everything you've got—your heart, your soul, and your mind.

the great mass of humanity distracted by the trappings and fabricated urgency of modern life.

Do not commit the error, common among the young, of assuming that if you cannot save the whole of mankind you have failed.

Life happens on foot. Man was created to walk, and all of life's events large and small develop when we walk among other people.

a seed of evil dwells primarily in humans and their thoughts and not in visible reality.

Nová technika stvo?í nového, rovnoprávn?jšího ?lov?ka. Hovo?í pro to veškerý rozum. P?esto je znepokojivé, že se uprost?ed dob?e organizované moderní spole?nosti mohlo zrodit tolik primitivního zla.

People — some good, some bad, but in the long run we come out even.