Quotes About Humanity

The folly of war is that it can have no natural end except in the extinction an entire people.

It is utterly naive, futile, uninformed—to think that our species is exceptional. So designated to master the beasts of the Earth, as in the Book of Genesis!

The hard part of humanity is history. All that's been done to human beings by other human beings. In the Rocky River Nature Preserve you didn't have to think of such things.

he'd come to earth. Hard.

for, though the instinct to fight and to kill is surely qualified by one's personal courage, the instinct to watch others fight and kill is evidently inborn. When the boxing fan shouts, 'Kill him! Kill him!' he is betraying no peculiar pathology or quirk but asserting his common humanity and his kinship, however distant, with the thousands upon thousands of spectators who crowded into the Roman amphitheaters to see gladiators fight to the death.

For the wanting to be good,in defiance of justice, is one of mankind's greatest weaknesses.

Because nothing between human beings isn't uncomplicated and there's no way to speak of human beings without simplifying and misrepresenting them.

Mom was furious at the way people abandoned their pets in the country—"As if animals aren't human, too.

Mercy is the stuff you give to people that don't deserve it.

Treat everyone you meet as if they have infinite value because in God's eyes they do

The I realized no one wants to hear heroic stories, but everyone likes to be told about someone else's misery.

La experiencia, eso que llamamos experiencia, no es el inventario de nuestros dolores, sino la simpatía aprendida hacia los dolores ajenos.

This world presses in on us from every side; it scatters fistfuls of our dust across the land and takes bits and pieces of us as if to water the earth with our blood. What did we do? Why have our souls rotted away?

Este mundo, que lo aprieta a uno por todos lados, que va vaciando puños de nuestro polvo aquí y allá, deshaciéndonos en pedazos como si rociara la tierra con nuestra sangre. ¿Qué hemos hecho? ¿Por qué se nos ha podrido el alma?

Ninguno de los que vivimos está en gracia de Dios. Nadie podrá alzar sus ojos al cielo sin sentirlos sucios de vergüenza.

Me di cuenta que su voz estaba hecha de hebras humanas, que su boca tenía dientes y una lengua que se trababa y destrababa al hablar, y que sus ojos eran como todos los ojos de la gente que vive sobre la tierra.

Don't be a jerk. Try to love everyone. Give more than you take. And do it despite the fact that you only really like about 7 out of five hundred people.

Only those of us who have been slaves can really taste freedom, he sometimes thought.

Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. It may be that one wants to, or does, but it may also be that despite one's best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, be the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel.

We're human. We all occasionally wet ourselves. No one is really better than anyone else. We're just all trying to make it through the year as best we can. We screw up sometimes. We succeed sometimes. We laugh. We cry. We go on. Those are the things we should really share with each other this holiday season, right, if we dare send a letter? We should share the truth. We should share the insanity.

Yeh shehar ki aawargi ki zindagi ki kashmakash insaan nafrat mein ji kar mohbhatt se mar jaata hain

No heaven was in the sky, Mr. Fard taught, and no hell was in the ground. Instead, both heaven and hell were conditions in which people lived right here on this planet Earth.

Nothing better is possible until we cease to be mental savages in industry and business, and become men and women. This can only come about by the rise of the whole race to a higher viewpoint. And this can only come about by the rise of such individuals here and there as are ready for the higher viewpoint.

When all the gold and silver has been dug from the earth, if man is still in such a stage of social development that he needs gold and silver, more will produced from the Formless. The Formless Stuff responds to the needs of man; it will not let him be without any good thing.