Quotes About Humanity

Be grateful you're not a peeper, sir. Be grateful that you only see the outward man. Be grateful that you never see the passions, the hatreds, the jealousies, the malice, the sicknesses … Be grateful you rarely see the frightening truth in people.

La vida es carácter. Carácter es conflicto. Conflicto es vida. Ese es el círculo vicioso en que todos estamos encerrados. También tú»

Indeed, to sacrifice seems as natural to man as to pray; the one indicates what he feels about himself, the other what he feels about God. The one means a felt need of propitiation, the other a felt sense of dependence.

The fallacy that Morley in his life of Gladstone asserts to be the greatest affliction of politicians; it is indeed a common plague of humanity. It is: The fallacy of attributing to one cause what is due to many causes.

Sen de benim kadar uzun ya?asayd?n, zalimlikle yard?mseverli?in ayn? rengin iki tonu oldu?unu anlard?n.?#?romansokakta?

Instead of going home, I drove to the library. To hell with human beings. I'd always felt safer with stories than with flesh and blood.

Being human means losing everything we love best in the world, she murmured as she released me. But would you ask to be anything else?

Life is a mystery, and it should be so, for the sorrow that accompanies being human and the choices one will have to make are a burden, too heavy for most to know before their time comes.

This was what it meant to be human, to know that time moved and all things changed.

Are people drawn to each other because of the stories they carry inside? At the library I couldn't help but notice which patrons checked out the same books. They appeared to have nothing in common, but who could tell what a person was truly made of? The unknown, the riddle, the deepest truth. I noticed them all: the ones who'd lost their way, the ones who'd lived their lives in ashes, the ones who had to prove themselves, the ones who, like me, had lost the ability to feel.

Eddie had come to understand that what a man saw and what actually existed in the natural world often were contradictory. The human eye was not capable of true sight, for it was constrained by its own humanness, clouded by regret, and opinion, and faith. Whatever was witnessed in the real world was unknowable in real time. It was the eye of the camera that captured the world as it truly was.

The lonelier you are, the more you pull away, until humans seem an alien race, with customs and a language you can't begin to understand.

people can surprise you in so many ways, both with cruelty and with kindness.

Then let us be among those who hope that the future will be less cruel than the past.

My mother, Abra, had taught me that all people are made from the same dust. When our days here are gone, all men and women enter the same garden.

He's nothing fierce or terrible or filled with light. He's like us, sometimes we can't even tell him apart. Sometimes we're the ones who try to save him. He's there to show us who we are. Human beings aren't gods. We makes mistakes.

He realized how little he knew of this world, but he knew this: If you could love someone, you possessed a soul.

People say there's the Angel of Life and the Angel of Death, but there's another one, too. The one who walks among us.' He could tell that she was listening. 'He's nothing fierce or terrible or filled with light. He's like us, sometimes we can't even tell him apart. Sometimes we're the ones who try to save him. He's there to show us who we are. Human beings aren't Gods. We make mistakes.

If we had no hurt and no sin to speak of, we'd be angels, and amgels can't love the way men and women do.

If this was what angels observed when they gazed upon our world, how we might murder each other and cause one another agony, then I pitied them as I pitied no others.

Life is a mystery, and it should be so, for the sorrow that accompanies being human and the choices one will have to make are a burden, too heavy for most to know before their time comes. He came home plastered, nearly unconscious

It is simply the way of the world to lose everything you have ever loved. In this, we are like everyone else.

And what of monsters? Can they love too? We know quite well they can. For we know that they do.

People in the courtroom let loose with their disgust, cursing us, d--ning us, we who had become less than human. Marranos. Pigs. As for me, I felt something rise in my throat: the horror of the world of men.