Quotes About Humanity

even if she's faking, it shows she wants to feel something, doesn't it, oughtn't decent people to help her?

Le truc, dans la vie, avait expliqué Harry à Lauren, était de vivre avec intérêt. D'ouvrir l'oeil pour voir les possibilités - voir l'humanité - qui existait chez chacun de ceux qu'on rencontrait. Être à l'écoute. S'il avait quoi que ce soit à lui apprendre, c'était cela. Être à l'écoute. (p.212)

Almost everyone in heaven has someone on Earth they watch, a loved one, a friend, or even a stranger who was once kind, who offered warm food or a bright smile when one of us needed it.

Because horror on Earth is real and it is everyday. It is like a flower or the sun; it cannot be contained.

this cold woman who was not exactly cold, this rock who was not stone.

I suppose that, after the passion of love, water rights have caused more trouble than anything else to the human species.

Laughter isn't even the other side of tears. It is tears turned inside out. Truly the suffering is great, here on earth. We blunder along, shredded by our mistakes, bludgeoned by our faults. Not having a clue where the dark path leads us. But on the whole, we stumble along bravely, don't you think?

We do not believe in heaven or hell...; we do not believe in eternal damnation. We believe only in the unavoidable horror of hurting others and of likewise being hurt.

Resist the temptation to think what afflicts you is peculiar to you. Have faith that what is in your consciousness can be communicated to the consciousness of all. And is, in many cases, already there.

We do it because we care. We care that Vincent Van Gogh mutilated his ear. We care that behind a pile of manure in the yard he destroyed his life. We care that Scott Joplin's music lives! We care because we know this: the life we save is our own.

Hard to be Christ too, say Shug. But he manage. Remember that. Thou Shalt Not Kill, He said. And probably wanted to add on to that, Starting with me. He knowed the fools he was dealing with.

World wars have been fought and lost; for every war is against the world and every war against the world is lost.

Loving humans means writing poems & songs novels & plays, slogans, chants & protest signs our critics want to stone us for while we think of them as people under different circumstances we might be able to help

I do not grieve in the abstract, but in the heart.

I think humanity has forgotten – this planet is for joy.

Why should the killers of the world be the future and not us?

There is for human beings no greater hell to fear than the one on earth.

How peculiar it feels to speak about health care in America taking care of people's health while our government bombs the limbs off children in faraway lands. And starves and imprisons not a few of them at home. How odd that it seems not obviously known that true health care must mean, at minimum, deliberate non-harming of anyone?

They think, after the biggest of the white folks no longer on the earth, the only way to stop making somebody the serpent is for everybody to accept everybody else as a child of God, or one mother's children, no matter what they look like or how they act.

We have had many lifetimes as human beings to learn of the many, many ways we do not wish to be.' 'But we're human,' she said 'and therefore we already are every way there is.' 'That's true,' he said 'but there is still a bit of room for choice, which is why it is worthwhile to remain in contact with your ancestors.

The reason I absolutely treasure literature is that it has taken me out of myself. Out of the narrow self, in which I could easily be stuck, and it has opened up the world to me. It has opened up the emotions of other people and their own aspirations and cares-Alice Walker

Anyhow, he say, you know how it is. You ast yourself one question, it lead to fifteen. I start to wonder why us need love. Why us suffer. Why us black. Why us men and women. Where do children really come from. It didn't take long to realize I didn't hardly know nothing. And that if you ast yourself why you black or a man or a woman or a bush it don't mean nothing if you don't ast why you here, period.

Anyhow, I say, the God I been praying and writing to is a man. And act just like all the other mens I know. Trifling, forgitful and lowdown.

There is no need to talk, really. It is something humans started a long time ago - I don't even remember why- and they've clung to it. Clinging to speech they've lost their ability to read one another, to feel one another, to know one another at a glance. Or with a sniff. It is entirely within human capability to do this.