Quotes About Humanity

Don't you dare show me any fear, they seemed to say to one another. Act like nothings happening that I should be frightened of! [...] this is what civilization really meant. What it came to, in the end. Abandonment of the animal fear of annihilation, the scent of suffering. Not wanting to see it in others, not wanting to face it in yourself.

I thought black people superior people. Not simply superior to white people, because even without thinking about it much, I assumed almost everyone was superior to them; but to everyone. Only white people, after all, would blow up a Sunday school class and grin for television over their victory, i.e. , the death of four small black girls.

none of her innate curiosity about and interest in life had ebbed. She also in no way subscribed to the rules and regulations of a society that suppressed almost all spontaneous signs of joy, and whose insistence on conformity, she had noticed, made life so lacking in vibrancy for all concerned. At the moment she realized any human being might die for almost any reason at any given instant, she also understood that, accepting this fact, she could be free.

We have had many lifetimes as human beings to learn of the many, many ways we do not wish to be. But we are human, she said. And therefore we already are, every way there is

De todos modos, ese Dios al que yo rezaba y al que escribía cartas es un hombre. Y como todos los hombres, es desconsiderado, olvidadizo e indiferente.

Repelled by cruelty let us ban it from our hearts.

She was beginning to think that human beings had underground selves, always running, limpid, clear, even when everything in the personality appeared used up, dusty and dry.

The news always sound crazy. People fussing and fighting and pointing fingers at other people, and never even looking for no peace. People insane, say Shug. Crazy as betsy bugs. Nothing built this crazy can last.

that human compassion is equal to human cruelty and that it is up to each of us to tip the balance. I

Race will no longer matter, or sex, or gender, or orientation of any description. How we will survive will be our only concern, and who will be with us.

Nobody feel better for killing nothing. They feel something is all.

To work for peace Means First of all Not to be Ignorant About who Has none.

No one is exempt from the possibility of a conscious connection to All That Is. Not the poor. Not the suffering. Not the writer sitting in the open field. This

Human beings may well be unable to break free of the dictatorship of greed that spreads like a miasma over the world, but no longer will we be an inarticulate and ignorant humanity, confused by our enslavement to superior cruelty and weaponry.

My ancestors were Brahmins. They spent their lives in search of god. I am spending my life in search of man.

Well, while I'm here I'll do the work — and what's the work? To ease the pain of living. Everything else, drunken dumbshow.

Millions of fathers in rain Millions of mothers in pain Millions of brothers in woe Millions of sisters nowhere to go Millions of daughters walk in the mud Millions of children wash in the flood A million girls vomit and groan Millions of families hopeless alone

Machine chaos on Earth, Too many bodies, mouths bleeding on every Continent

I was so sick that I found myself worrying about the future of man's soul, my own in particular.

Where are we going, Walt Whitman?

Give, share, loose—lest we die, unbloomed.

with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.

I believe that we are put here in human form to decipher the hieroglyphs of love and suffering. And, there is no degree of love or intensity of feeling that does not bring with it the possibility of a crippling hurt. But, it is a duty to take that risk and love without reserve or defense.

gran parte de nuestra conciencia está llena de lenguaje, como una especie de murmulleo detrás de la oreja, un continuo blablablá que en realidad nos impide respirar hacia lo más hondo y sentir con más sutileza y dulzura los sentimientos que realmente albergamos como personas, los unos por los otros, más que como máquinas parlantes.