Quotes About Humanity

Good fantasy fiction: ... explores real human conditions through fantastic metaphors which universalize the characters' individual experiences to speak personally to us all.

Our moon is the same moon, our sun is the same sun, and the stars will sparkle for us no matter who or where or what erare-- not sluts, not players, just people.

I have found that people never love the way they say they do. They can't. They are just people. Full of lies and sentiment and fear.

We're meant to read the lives of important people as if they never bothered with breakfast, lunch, or dinner, or took a coffee break, or stopped for a hot dog on the street, or wandered downstairs for a few spoonfuls of chocolate pudding in the middle of the night.

The new world was the same as the old. The houses were different, the streets were called Closes, the clothes were different, the voices were different, but the human beings were the same as they always had been.

Poem after poem after poem is the heartbeat of the human race.

Vampires are people too!

He's no more human than I am, ma petite. At least I'm not dead. That can be remedied.

Mercy will get you killed, but sometimes it's all that makes us human.

Most women complain that there are no single, straight men left. I'd just like to meet one who's human.

He said,'Trust yourself, mon ami. You are not your friend with his so-sad tale. And Anita is not human. Through us she is more than that. Both of us huddle around her humanity like it is the last candle flame in a world of darkness. But by our very love, we make her less human, and more.

I have no personal stake in these people, Jean-Claude, but they are people. Good, bad, or indifferent, they are alive, and no one has the right to just arbitrarily snuff them out." So it is the sanctity of life you cling to? I nodded. "That and the fact that every human being is special. Every death is a loss of something precious and irreplaceable.

It's not the fur or the fangs that make you a monster, not always. Sometimes, it's just where you draw the line.

There are so few true villains, just other screwed-up people who pass the damage on.

I never forgave anyone for anything. A character flaw to be sure, but hell, everyone's got to have at least one.

Patting someone's hand, or shoulder, a hug, all of it is necessary to be happy and healthy for most people. It doesn't have to have anything to do with sex; in fact, most of the touch that keeps us all going is as innocent as a newborn lamb frolicking on the spring grass

But Jasmine knew that everyone was evil, down deep when you scrape the skin away. Inside their heads everyone hunted, everyone killed, everyone was a monster.

Why does anger makes people pretty? Rage doesn't. Rage makes you ugly, but a little anger, that just seems to add spice. One of nature's cruelties, or maybe it's to keep us from killing each other more often.

You make everything all right for me, Anita. You make me feel like a human being instead of a monster.' 'And you love all of me, Micah, every last hard-boiled, ruthless bit of me. You make it okay that sometimes I am the monster.

You can't save everybody. In fact, there are days when I think you can't save anyone.

Love is not a one-size-fits-all emotion; there are as many different kinds of love as there are people.

There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they're good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn't mean you'll be together forever. It doesn't mean you won't hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.

Everything wants to live, Newman, even monsters.

One's true work is never merely 'my work,' but humanity's work. It's not really self-expression, unless by 'self' we mean it with a capital S, and that Self is the Self within all mankind.