Quotes About Humanity

Look to the living, love them, and hold on.

I am reminded of the importance of small kindnesses.

It is the history of our kindnesses that alone makes this world tolerable," wrote Robert Louis Stevenson. "If

It is the history of our kindnesses that alone makes this world tolerable," wrote Robert Louis Stevenson. "If it were not for that, for the effect of kind words, kind looks, kind letters Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I should be inclined to think our life a practical jest in the worst possible spirit.

The great imaginative artists have always sailed in the wind's eye, and brought back with them words or sounds or images to counterbalance human woes. That they themselves were subject to more than their fair share of these woes deserves our appreciation, understanding, and very careful thought.

It is well that war is so terrible: we should grow too fond of it.

Perhaps all humans are lonely. At least potentially.

Today's world is too foul a place for fine and noble instincts.

At the same time, what was becoming clear to me was the extent to which humans, in their wish to escape loneliness, made maneuvers that were very complex and hard to fathom

Perhaps God's so deeply ashamed of us, of something we did, that he's wishing himself to forget.

But then I behaved badly towards myself, towards everybody. You mustn't feel singled out. My awfulness was universally distributed.

But who says I'm lonely? I'm not lonely.' 'Perhaps all humans are lonely. At least potentially.

We took away your art because it would reveal you souls or, to put it more finely, we did it to prove you had souls at all.

Miss Emily went on shaking her head. 'It was never true. Even before the Morningdale scandal, even back when Hailsham was considered a shining beacon, an example of how we might move to a more humane and better way of doing things, even then, it wasn't true. It's best to be clear about this. A wishful rumour. That's all it ever was. Oh dear, is that the men come for the cabinet?

Sometimes,' she said, 'at special moments like that, people feel a pain alongside their happiness

We all know it. We're modelled from trash. Junkies, prostitutes, winos, tramps. Convicts, maybe, just so long as they aren't psychos. That's what we come from. We all know it, so why don't we say it?

So for a long time you were kept in the shadows, and people did their best not to think about you. And if they did, they tried to convince themselves you weren't really like us. That you were less than human, so it didn't matter.

You believe in the human heart? I don't mean simply the organ, obviously. I'm speaking in a poetic sense. The human heart. Do you think there is such a thing? Something that makes each of us special and individual?

So identical were their pitiful whimpers, the way their screams gave way to desperate entreaties then returned to screams, that the notion came to me: this was what each of us would go through on our way to death, that these terrible noises were as universal as the crying of newborn babies.

A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki The Overstory by Richard Powers The Farm by Joanne Ramos The Ministry for the Future by Kim Stanley Robinson Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Do you believe in the human heart? I don't mean simply the organ, obviously. I'm speaking in the poetic sense. The human heart. Do you think there is such a thing? Something that makes each of us special and individual?

The war, ghastly as it was, represented no more than "an awkward window in Man's evolution" when for a few years our technical progress had run ahead of our organisational capacities.

What I mean is that we were ambitious, in a way that would have been unusual a generation before, to serve gentlemen who were, so to speak, furthering the progress of humanity.

A 'great' butler can only be, surely, one who can point to his years of service and say that he has applied his talents to serving a great gentleman – and through the latter, to serving humanity. As