Quotes About Humanity

Ne kadar çok insan var, diye düÅŸündü. Bizim gibi milyarlarca insan var, ne kadar fazla. Kimse kimseyi bilmez. Yabanc?lar gelip seni rahats?z ederler. Yabanc?lar gelir, yüreÄŸini kesip al?rlar.

What does it matter who is Past or Future, if we are both alive, for what follows will follow, tomorrow or in ten thousand years.

Not about mean old nasty Mars, I tell you, mister! It's your type that is going to boil for years, and suffer and break out in black pimples and be tortured——" "I must admit Earth isn't very nice. You've described it beautifully.

But most of all," she said, "I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway all day and look at them and listen to them. I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they're going.

Or maybe he means in a richer world the begging population is melting away. But no to that too. So maybe, perhaps, he means there aren't many 'human beings' left to look, see, and understand well enough for one to ask and one to give. Everyone busy, running, jumping, there's no time to study one another. But I guess that's bilge and hogwash, slop and sentiment.

No matter how we touch Mars, we'll never touch it. And then we'll get mad at it, and you know what we'll do? We'll rip it up, rip the skin off, and change it to fit ourselves.

And then he was a shrieking blaze, a jumping, sprawling gibbering manikin, no longer human or known, all writhing flame on the lawn as Montag shot one continuous pulse of liquid fire on him.

Patent-zatvara? zamenio je dugmad i time je ?oveku oduzeto taman ono malo vremena za razmišljanje dok se u obla?i u zoru, u filozofsko doba dana, i stoga melanholino doba dana.

Do you notice how people hurt each other nowadays? You sound so very old Sometimes I'm ancient. I'm afraid of children my own age. They kill each other. Did it always used to be that way?

There are too many of us, he thought. There are billions of us and that's too many. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers come and violate you. Strangers come and cut your heart out.

ridges of his thumbprint. He touched me. As I said

Nosotros, los habitantes de la Tierra, tenernos un talento especial para arruinar las cosas grandes y hermosas.

And he remembered thinking then that if she died, he was certain he wouldn't cry. For it would be the dying of an unknown, a street face, a newspaper image, and it was suddenly so very wrong that he had begun to cry, not at death but at the thought of not crying at death, a silly empty man near a silly empty woman!!

Sexed but sexless, the robots. Named but unnamed, and borrowing from humans everything but humanity, the robots stared at the nailed lids of their labeled F.O.B boxes, in a death that was not even a death, for there had never been a life.

Can't you recognize the human in the inhuman?' 'I'd much rather recognize the inhuman in the human.

me gusta observar a la gente. A veces, me paso el día entero en el metro, y los contemplo, los escucho. Sólo deseo saber qué son, qué desean y adónde van. (...) A veces me deslizo a hurtadillas y escucho en el metro. O en las cafeterías. Y, ¿sabe qué? - ¿Qué? - La gente no habla de nada.

But Clarisse's favorite subject wasn't herself. It was everyone else, and me. She was the first person in a good many years I've really liked. She was the first person I can remember who looked straight at me as if I counted.

Ima nas previše,pomislio je.Ima nas na milijarde,a to je previše.Nitko nikoga n pozna.Neznanci do?u i oskvrnu te.Neznanci do?u i izvade ti srce.

Somos demasiados –pensó–. Somos millardos, y eso es demasiado. Nadie conoce a nadie. Gente extraña se te mete en casa. Gente extraña te arranca el corazón.

none. Let him forget there is such a thing as war.

Siamo in troppi pensava intanto. Siamo in miliardi di esseri su questa terra e miliardi e miliardi sono troppi. Non ci conosciamo tra noi. Nessuno conosce qualcuno degli altri. Sconosciuti vengono a violare la tua intimità. Sconosciuti ti entrano in casa e ti strappano il cuore dal petto. Ti succhiano via tutto il sangue.

Possibile che tu non sappia riconoscere l'umano nel disumano?» «Preferirei saper riconoscere il disumano nell'umano.»

A stranger is shot in the street, you hardly move to help. But if, half an hour before, you spent just ten minutes with the fellow and knew a little about him and his family, you might just jump in front of his killer and try to stop it.

Somos miles de milones, es excesivo. Nadie conoce a nadie. Llegan unos desconocidos y te violan, llegan unos desconocidos y te desgarran el corazón. Llegan unos desconocidos y se te llevan la sangre.