Quotes About Humanity

No one can die of love for a stranger.

Ne mogu to izraziti, ali ti, kao svaki ?ovjek, zasigurno slutiš da postoji ili da bi trebao postojati život izvan našeg života. Kakve bi koristi bilo od mojeg postojanja kad bi bila u potpunosti dio ovog života?

Plakala sam i zbog njega i zbog nje; katkada žalimo ljude koji nemaju osje?aja ni za sebe ni za druge.

De quoi que soient faites nos âmes, la sienne et la mienne sont pareilles

I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others.

?nsan bazen, kendine de, ba?kalar?na da ac?mak nedir bilmeyen kimselere de ac?yor.

We do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others

Seja qual for a matéria de que as nossas almas são feitas, a minha e a dele são iguais.

They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; A smile as small as mine might be Precisely their necessity.

She dealt her pretty words like Blades -- How glittering they shone -- And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone -- She never deemed -- she hurt -- That -- is not Steel's Affair -- A vulgar grimace in the Flesh -- How ill the Creatures bear -- To Ache is human -- not polite -- The Film upon the eye Mortality's old Custom -- Just locking up -- to Die.

God is indeed a jealous God — He cannot bear to see That we had rather not with Him But with each other play.

Look back on Time, with kindly eyes - He doubtless did his best - How softly sinks that trembling sun In Human Nature's West -

Look back on time with kindly eyes, He doubtless did his best; How softly sinks his trembling sun In human nature's west!

It's such a little thing to weep - So short a thing to sigh - And yet - by Trades - the size of these We men and women die!

Piangere è una piccola cosa - cosa tanto breve un sospiro. Ma cose di tale grandezza uccidono uomini e donne.

We meet no Stranger but Ourself.

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan ; Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale Jehovah told to her, Can human nature not survive Without a listener? Admonished by her buckled lips Let every babbler be. The only secret people keep Is Immortality.

Guys aren't so different from us, I think, which no matter how many times I think it will always seem like a remarkable revelation.

Pienso en todos los corazones que se están rompiendo en este momento, en Manhattan, en todo el mundo. En todo ese dolor abrumador. Hace que me sienta un poco menos sola pensar que hay otras personas que se están desgarrando por dentro.

Lives are beyond price, and to treat them as if they have some kind of barter value is obscene.

The human race settles on terms with every plague in the end, the doctor told her. Or a stalemate, at the least. We somehow muddle along, sharing the earth with each new form of life.

I thought humans were or weren't, I didn't know someone could be a bit human. Then what are his other bits?

And one of these days, even this flu will have run its course. Really? Mary O'Rahilly asked. How can you be sure? The human race settles on terms with every plague in the end, the doctor told her. Or a stalemate, at the least. We somehow muddle along, sharing the earth with each new form of life.

Grandma says there's more of him. What? Persons like him, in the world. Ah, says Ma. Is it true? Yeah. But the tricky thing is, there's far more people in the middle. Where? Ma's staring out the window but I don't know at what. Somewhere between good and bad, she says. Bits of both stuck together.