Quotes About Humanity

I'm more human now. It's the God in people that connects them to me.– Ali

Developing perceptual fluency will increase your ability to access your total mind. No small thing. You will also find that habitual defensiveness and manipulation of others is gradually replaced by a flexible ability to establish rapport with a wide variety of people. What is needed to reach that point is lavish curiosity and the willingness to be a little awkward and embarrassed—qualities that indicate that we are, after all, merely human.

Quantunque degli esseri umani avessi un terrore mortale, sembravo assolutamente incapace di rinunciare alla loro compagnia. M'ingegnai a mantenere a fior di pelle un sorriso che non abbandonò le mie labbra un instante; fu questo l'accomodamento che offrivo alla gente.

Incapace com'ero di nutrire un briciolo di fiducia nella mia facoltà di parlare e d'agire come un essere umano, custodivo rinchiuse nel petto le mie angosce solitarie. Tenevo nascoste l'agitazione e la malinconia, preoccupandomi d'evitare che avesse a trapelarne qualche traccia.

Purchè ne sia capace, è probabile che gli esseri umani non badino troppo se rimango estraneo alle loro vite. L'unica cosa che debbo evitare, è di riuscir molesto ai loro occhi; sarò nulla, sarò vento, il cielo.

Tutto passa. Questa è la sola e unica cosa che a parer mio s'avvicini alla verità, nella società degli esseri umani, dove ho dimorato sin oggi come in un inferno rovente. Tutto passa.

Thus every day, from morning to night, I wait in despair for something. I wish I could be glad that I was born, that I am alive, that there are people and a world.

Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are all noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

I don't want to die, but I don't want to be the only one to live, either. When I was sitting alone last night, I kind of figured maybe that's how Jesus felt.

Perfection in art is a crime against humanity. Perfect humanity in crime is art

The human race. No winners, just slower losers.

All Afterlives Matter

We are an arrogant species, full of terrible potential, but we also have a great capacity for love, friendship, generosity, kindness, faith, hope, and joy.

Human beings can always be relied upon to exert, with vigor, their God-given right to be stupid.

Humanity is a parade of fools, and I am at the front of it, twirling a baton.

The quality of mercy is not strained, there's like, umm, lumps in it.

Our poems are what the gods couldn't make without going through us.

I have known enough of women to understand they are as duplicitous and vicious as men. If they are capable of being our equals in malice, why not in our better qualities as well? There are no masculine virtues, Veronica. And none sacred to women either. We are all of us just people, and most badly flawed ones at that.

I think people are much the same wherever you go. Some of them good, some of them clever, and some of them with the devil in them.

I had long since discovered upon my travels that men are largely the same no matter where one encounters them. And if one is prepared to let them discourse on their pet topics of conversation, one can generally get on with things quite handily without any interference.

Have you ever looked a starving beggar in the eye and thought that the privileges you enjoy are nothing more than a whim of the cosmos?

Even now you do not know what to make of me and I will not own what I am. I want you to think of me when you eave this place and wonder whether I am merely a mortal or something beyond. A better man would release you and want you to love another. I am no better man. I am selfish and flawed and I have nothing to offer you that is not broken or imperfect including myself, and so I offer you nothing but I love you until the day I die and no man will love you more.

We are mere humans, Veronica. We are destined to prefer beauty to ugliness." His

I think all God really expects is a little common sense and kindness out of us. Surely He's too busy to keep a tally of all our misdeeds. That would make Him nothing more than a sort of junior clerk with a very important sense of Himself, wouldn't it?