Quotes About Humanity

So it is that once a person has settled on the question as to what is wrong, the choice of cures is limited. You do not prescribe surgery for a minor cut, nor do you put a Band-Aid on cancer. The question of the human condition is, I believe, the most fundamental and consequential question of all.

Az a fura érzésem támadt, hogy a háborúban mindig ugyanazt az embert kell újra meg újra meggyilkolnunk, míg végül rá fogok ébredni, hogy én magam vagyok az az ember!

Stories are not just entertainment, not to me. A story records and transmits the experience of being human. It teaches us what it's like to be who we are. Nothing but art can do this. There is no science that can capture the inner life. No words can describe it directly. We can only speak of it in metaphors. We can only say: it's like this—this story, this picture, this song.

The Good World Project. This too made Winter smile his wintry smile. "To silence the voices of hate that divide us—this is not controversial, this is simply the right thing to do. To direct the resources of all nations toward humanity's shared objectives—this is not controversial. It's the right thing to do. To heal the planet from the wounds inflicted on her . . .

There is something that lessens the horror of a crime when one sees the criminal—who has been depicted as a monster—is just like any other man.

We all want the same thing, I guess. Killers or no, good or bad. We all want to be free. We all want to go home.

Every good thing we know would be lost to darkness, all unremembered, if each had not been preserved for us by some sinner with a pen.

So although they might stare at us and ask, 'Who are these alien people?' We could reply, 'We are you, What you chose to become.

Some of the greatest of great men have also been the biggest bastards alive. As

I do tend to like people in practice, even though I've built an airtight

What do you actually care about?" "People," I said. "All right, E.M. Forster.

Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.

It doesn't change what happened. It simply reveals the truth that we're all weird. We're all messy in our own way.

We (the royal family) are not supposed to be human.

The thing we know is that humanity has a hundred per cent mortality rate. We all die. But the facts don't matter – we can't bear to lose the people we love, and it doesn't quite register about the billions who die, or even about our own coming deaths. We don't experience our own death the way we experience the deaths of those we love.

You are a human being. And that's and unstable condition that ends badly for all of us.

Without incarnation the Word would not have become flesh, and Jesus would not have existed; without ascension our humanity would not have entered into communion with the Father, and Jesus would have no continuing ministry. With the incarnation, God made his "home" in our human place; with the ascension, Jesus, the human one, has made his "home" in God's place, from whence in the Spirit he continues to exercise his mission from the Father.

David. She is you. So you have to prove your love for her every goddamn minute of every goddamn day. Anything less and you fail the Human Being Test.

And this is the only really startling thing about the evil of the world: not that so much of it exists, but that nobody ever really expects it.

The Second World War lasted for 2,174 days, cost $1.5 trillion and claimed the lives of over 50 million people. That represents 23,000 lives lost every day, or more than six people killed every minute, for six long years.

On THE DECSIVE DUEL: SPITFIRE VS 109 The epic struggle between the Spitfire and the Messerschmitt 109 upon which so much of western civilization depended in the summer of 1940 has found the ideal biographer in David Isby. I write "biographer" because, like the men who flew these remarkable fighter planes, Isby sees them in almost human terms, transcending the mere mechanical. (Andrew Roberts, Author Of The Storm Of War )

Only one thing in history is certain: that Mankind is unteachable.

Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery.

Here we have a state … nearly half a million of whose citizens,' he said, 'reduced to servitude for their political opinions, are rotting and freezing through the Arctic night; toiling to death in forests, mines and quarries, many for no more than indulging in that freedom of thought which has gradually raised man above the beast.'152 This was written over twenty years before Alexander Solzhenitsyn started writing The Gulag Archipelago.