Quotes About Humanity

It's just us. We're pitiful, that's all. The very qualities I love you for are the ones that will always make you a failure.

Babam?n bilgiççe söylediÄŸi ve benim de bilgiççe onaylad???m ÅŸu sözünü unutmaktan halen korku duyar?m: baz? temel incelikler dünyaya adaletsiz da??t?lm??t?r.

And it occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.

I believe poor people are good people, except the ones that are mean . . .

you can't have compassion unless you have a certain loyalty to the human race.

Poor little old human beings—they're jerked into this world without having any idea where they came from or what it is they are supposed to do, or how long they have to do it in. Or where they are gonna wind up after that. But bless their hearts, most of them wake up every morning and keep on trying to make some sense out of it. Why, you can't help but love them, can you? I just wonder why more of them aren't as crazy as betsy bugs." —Aunt Elner, 1978

I know there are some rotten apples out there, but take it from me, this old world of ours, flawed as it may be, is a much better place than you have been told.

You think people are some kind of pure, white feathered birds flying in the clouds. They're not. They're pigs and they love to wallow in the mud and dirt.

Nous vivons dans un monde merveilleux, avec un seul problème : les gens.

Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed," he said.

Harvard's polymath professor Steven Pinker argues "that today we are probably living in the most peaceful time in our species' existence.

waga oya no / shinuru toki ni mo / he o kokite3 Even at the time When my father lay dying I still kept farting.

we are all flawed, fragile, cast-off china, collecting dust in the antique store that is life. The trick is finding someone who sees our worth despite the tiny, hairline cracks.

Do unto others as you want done to you :O)

what has happened to us has happened to everyone or only us; if to everyone, then it's no novelty, and if only to us, then it won't be understood.

Without madness what is man But a wholesome beast, Postponed corpse that begets?

I am nothing. I will never be anything. I cannot wish to be anything. Bar that, I have in me all the dreams of the world.

They spoke to me of people, and of humanity. But I've never seen people, or humanity. I've seen various people, astonishingly dissimilar, Each separated from the next by an unpeopled space.

I go forward slowly, dead, and my vision is no longer mine, it's nothing: it's only the vision of the human animal who, without wanting, inherited Greek culture, Roman order, Christian morality, and all the other illusions that constitute the civilization in which I feel. Where can the living be?

One needs a certain intellectual courage to recognize unflinchingly that one is no more than a scrap of humanity, a living abortion, a madman not yet crazy enough to be locked up; but, having recognized that, one needs even more spiritual courage to adapt oneself perfectly to one's destiny, to accept without rebellion, without resignation, without a single gesture or attempt at a gesture of protest, the elemental curse nature has laid upon one.

Todo o mal do mundo vem de nos importarmos uns com os outros,    Quer para fazer bem, quer para fazer mal.

Let others take up my madness And all that went with it. Without madness what is man But a healthy beast, A postponed corpse that breeds?

What happens to us either happens to everyone or only to us: in the first instance it's banal; in the second it's incomprehensible.

O homem não difere do animal senão em saber que o não é. É a primeira luz, que não é mais que treva visível. É o começo, porque ver a treva é ter a luz dela. É o fim, porque é o saber, pela vista, que se nasceu cego. Assim o animal se torna homem pela ignorância que nele nasce