Quotes About Humanity

Being human means throwing your whole life on the scales of destiny when need be, all the while rejoicing in every sunny day and every beautiful cloud.

What do you want with these special Jewish pains? I feel as close to the wretched victims of the rubber plantations in Putamayo and the blacks of Africa with whose bodies the Europeans play ball… I have no special corner in my heart for the ghetto: I am at home in the entire world, where there are clouds and birds and human tears.

Por um mundo onde sejamos socialmente iguais, humanamente diferentes e totalmente livres.

La vida es una maldita enfermedad que a todos nos acaba matando.

I believe there is only one race - The Human Race.

Religion should be kindness. Faith is love.

but he did know that the bad things were caused by other people, not by God Himself. Evil lived in the hearts of men.

Where is there beauty when you see deprivation and starvation?

Isn't it amazing how we always have to put our mark on things? And how, from the natural world, we find evidence over and over again that reminds us, not so much of the birds, but of our own stories and our own kinds of art?

I am done with great things and big plans, great institutions and big successes. I am for those tiny, invisible loving human forces that work from individual to individual, creeping through the crannies of the world like so many rootlets, or like the capillary oozing of water, yet which, if given time, will rend the hardest monuments of human pride. —WILLIAM JAMES

THE LIFE FORCE for humankind is, perhaps, nothing more or less than the passionate energy to connect, express, and communicate. Enrollment is that life force at work, lighting sparks from person to person, scattering light in all directions. Sometimes the sparks ignite a blaze; sometimes they pass quietly, magically, almost imperceptibly, from one to another to another.

I know now that music is not about fingers or bows or strings, but rather a connective vibration flowing through all human beings, like a heartbeat.

Soon she cried and farted herself to sleep.

I close my eyes and listen to the roar and clatter of the world as it rushes by. We are rushing too. The wind is whipping past us. We are so brief. A one-day dandelion. A seedpod skittering across the ice. We are a feather falling from the wing of a bird. I don't know why it is given to us to be so mortal and to feel so much. It is a cruel trick, and glorious.

Pain comes to us from deep back, from where it grew in the human body. Pain sucks more pain into it, we don't know why. It lives, and we harbor its weight. When the worst comes, we will not act the opposite. We will do what we were taught, we who learnt our lessons in the dead light. We pass them on. We hurt, and hurt others, in a circular motion.

And now we're putting another man in the earth. Maybe a drunk, but he wasn't always a drunk.

What is the whole of our existence but the sound of an appalling love?

I have always believed in a tortured god from reading Catholic history because I know this: there is nothing that one human being will not do to another. We need a god who sides with the wretched. One willing to share misery.

Louise Erdrich

We are never so poor that we cannot bless another human, are we? So it is that every evil, whether moral or material, results

For what is a man, what are we all, but bits of time caught for a moment in a tangle of blood, bones, skin, and brain?

Writing is to put love into the world.

Lie, copulate, and die.

A time comes when you're all alone, when you've come to the end of everything that can happen to you. It's the end of the world. Even grief, your own grief, doesn't answer you anymore, and you have to retrace your steps, to go back among people, it makes no difference who. You're not choosy at times like that, because even to weep you have to go back where everything starts all over, back among people. "What