Quotes About Humanity

I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart.

Do gooders don't interest me. They are the least interesting people on the planet.

But Clarence probably had cares. Because that is what it means to be alive on this infinitesimally spinning planet. It means you have cares. Doesn't it?

When the powerful are made weak, when they are revealed to be human, to have hearts, their diminishment is nothing short of terrifying.

He had such a kind voice, that of a man who sees his own faults and forgives himself for them--not arrogantly or leniently but with wisdom--knowing he, as are all humans, is hopelessly flawed.

Hyacinth, we all have our limits. I can't save the world. I can't stop this war. Maybe, just maybe, I can communicate a few things through art.

Fairy tales are not just for children. They are for all humans, having the power to help us change not only ourselves but, indeed, the whole world.

But, deep in her heart she knew more than what the words read or heard seemed to say. She knew that every letter in every word in every war bulletin was, somewhere, first written in blood of men, of human beings, who had once smiled and sung songs, eaten, drunk, slept and loved.

It was essential that someone, somewhere, even if it was only the fairy folk, should know that the human race had produced more than wars, catastrophes, and ultimately its own slow and painful self-destruction. It had produced things of exquisite and lasting beauty as well.

The editorial—written by a liberated man—suggested legal and social remedies but concluded that "perhaps we can begin with the ultra-radical notion that a woman is a human being.

I'm an atheist, and that's it. I believe there's nothing we can know except that we should be kind to each other and do what we can for people.

God does not know whether a skin is black or white, He sees only souls.

I don't care. I don't care. He was crying now, crying so hard he could barely breathe.

Whenever I am tempted to dismiss the poor or uneducated for their vulgar tastes, I see the face of old Auntie Braxton, as she stands stock still in front of our picket fence, lips parted to reveal her almost toothless gums, drinking in a polonaise as though it were heavenly nourishment.

Laundry, liturgy and women's work all serve to ground us in the world, and they need not grind us down. Our daily tasks, whether we perceive them as drudgery or essential, life-supporting work, do not define who we are as women or as human beings.

For though I was raised Protestant, my true religion is actually civility. Please note that I do not call my faith "politeness." That's part of it, yes, but I say civility because I believe that good manners are essential to the preservation of humanity—one's own and others'—but only to the extent that that civility is honest and reasonable, not merely the mindless handmaiden of propriety.

Like the angel holding the globe on the statue's pedestal, we infantry tried to hand the world back to itself intact, though we who fought have been blown apart. Whether the world will hold together remains to be seen.

When you are older and have swum out into the stream of life, you'll see -- there are no good people, little girl. We're all trying and failing, trying too hard and failing too often. Remember that. We shouldn't judge too harshly, in the end, the sins of others...

Life is, after all, a sensual experience. Our senses have the power to truly transport us but also to ground us. Make us human.

You will see only that your own people are troubled. You will not see that a few must suffer for the millions to be saved.

If you are losing faith in human nature, go out and watch a marathon.

All this stuff about serving and stations. We are all the same now. There are no stations, no nests, no hollows. We're all orphans. We've all seen horrible things. The world is different now. And part of that difference is that there is no difference between any of us.

old people have to go to children's or most often to rest homes where they are shunted into wheelchairs and made as fast as possible into zombies cause it's easier to handle a zombie, if you have to handle anything, than a human.

El tiempo pasó. Pero el tiempo se divide en muchas corrientes. Como en un rio, hay una corriente central rapida en algunos sectores y lenta, hasta inmóvil, en otros. El tiempo cósmico es igual para todos, pero el tiempo humano difiere con cada persona. El tiempo corre de la misma manera para todos los seres humanos; pero todo ser humano flota de distinta manera en el tiempo.