Quotes About Humanity

I believe the transformative moment that gave rise to the genus Homo, one of the great transitions in the history of life, stemmed from the control of fire and the advent of cooked meals.

So the question of our origins concerns the forces that sprung Homo erectus from their australopithecine past. Anthropologists have an answer. According to the most popular view since the 1950s there was a single supposed impetus: the eating of meat.

Brillat-Savarin and Symons were right to say that we have tamed nature with fire. We should indeed pin our humanity on cooks.

We are not merely the most intelligent of animals. We also have a rare and perplexing combination of moral tendencies. We can be the nastiest of species and also the nicest.

the implication is clear: there is something odd about us. We are not like other animals. In most circumstances, we need cooked food.

The moral sense was once explained purely by religion. Now an evolutionary account is needed.

The moral contradictions of our ancestry should not prevent us from reaching a realistic assessment of who we are. When we do that, high hopes are still possible.

Animals need food, water and shelter. We humans need all those things, but we need fire too.

That great human brain is nature's most frightening product. But it is simultaneously nature's best, most hopeful gift. If we are cursed with a demonic male temperament and a Machiavellian capacity to express it, we are also blessed with an intelligence that can, through the acquisition of wisdom, draw us away from the 5-million-year stain of our ape past. Intelligence is something we are familiar with, an old book, and old friend.

She only nodded. "It's all we are in the end. Our stories.

Ist der Mensch, der nach dem Gott sich sehnt, nicht vernichtet?

In my kind world the dead were out of range And I could not forgive the sad or strange In beast or man.

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of the hunger for life that gnaws in us all.

The cruelty of atheism is hard to believe. When a man has no faith in the reward of good or the punishment of evil, there is no reason to be human. There is no restraint from the depths of evil that is in man.

Oh-h-h-h— Hidey, tidey, Christ Almighty Who the hell are we? Flim, flam, God damn We're the infantry…

If my work has a theme, I suspect it is a simple one: that most human beings are inescapably alone, and therein lies their tragedy.

He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew.

Hey show some respect. They're real people with names. Carla and Krissy" He frowned. "Or was it Missy?

Bringing children into it was just low, I decided. At least he?d left puppies out.

I'm sorry ma'am," I said. Really, I had no idea what else to say. I'd spent the weekend caught up in an epic battle to save humanity, and now… jean shorts?

I'm not worthy of that," I said. I might be human now, but I understand how powerful a heavenly creature Carter was. "I don't deserve that much regard." He reached out and tipped my chin up. "You do, Georgina. And if you don't believe me now, then strive to be. Live you life. Be kind. Love those you know. Love those you don't know. be worthy of your soul." A tear escaped, rolling down my cheek and probably messing up my mortal mascara. "Thank you, Carter. Thank you for everything.

What were good and evil, really, but stupid categories? Stupid categories that restricted people and punished or rewarded them based on how they responded to their own natures, natures they really didn't have any way to control.

And I'd rather you have a worthy partner who's a human than a Moroi who can't help you share your burdens.