Quotes About Humanity

Who said you had to be human to have a soul? Everything that is self-conscious and capable of thought and love has a soul. The soul emanates from self-conscious. The soul is the expression of self-consciousness. The soul is generated by organized self-consciousness.

Do it for a world that will never knew you or thank you, but a world that you can now truly save.

Is that the proof, Almighty God, that you are not there, that your saints could be such petty demons?

Porque así es como lo llamarían los humanos. Fueron ellos quienes inventaron a Satán ¿no es así? Satánico no es más que el calificativo que dieron al comportamiento de aquellos que perturbaban el orden en el que querían vivir los hombres

Žmon?s, nustoj? tik?ti Dievu ir g?riu, ima tik?ti š?tonu. Nežinau, kod?l. Ne, išties žinau, kod?l. Blogis visur ?manomas. O su g?riu situacija amžinai kebli.

Maybe blood does not matter to the gods. Maybe blood matters to us.

I saw him in human guise, dancing for humans, as if he were one of them. I smiled in my sleep, as I saw the modern world enfold him, unbelieving, amused, and dancing to his own rhythms.

And then I realized that all humans were created for death. They were all born as little struggling innocents, learning to live before they knew what it was about.

I went through mortal life like a blind man groping from solid object to solid obhect. It was only when I became a vampire that I respected for the first time all of life. I never saw a living, pulsing human being until I was a vampire; I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over my lips, my hands!

We could not bear to live alone! We needed our little company! A wilderness of mortals surrounded us, groping, blind, preoccupied, and the brides and bridegrooms of death.

I love you," he said. "Why?" "Because you are beautiful to me. Because you can see me. Because you are all the things in a human being which I myself desire. Because you are human and warm and soft. And I know you, and have known the others before you.

Poetry belongs to everyone.

Ashlar: I have learned to live with a profound loneliness. I forget about it for years and years. Then it surfaces, the desire to be placed in context by somebody else. The desire to be known, understood, evaluated morally by a sophisticated mind. That was always the lure of the Talamasca, from the beginning, that I could go there and confide in my scholars, that we would talk late into the night.(...) Human beings very seldom survive without that kind of exchange, communication. Love.

I wanted love and goodness in this which is living death,' I said. 'It was impossible from the beginning, because you cannot have love and goodness when you do what you know to be evil, what you know to be wrong. You can only have the desperate confusion and longing and the chasing of phantom goodness in its human form.

Sí - le dije en voz baja -, este es el máximo mal: que hasta podemos llegar tan lejos como amarnos, tú y yo ¿Quién más nos podría mostrar una partícula de amor, una pizca de compasión o misericordia?¿Quién más, conociéndonos como nosotros nos conocemos, podría hacer algo más que destruirnos? Y, sin embargo, nos podemos amar.

He walks the earth with the power to destroy it. But then so does the human race. And

How alien all humans seemed, and how hopeless their plight. Cursed as he was, he could not die, but death was breathing on all of them.

si Dios no existe, nosotros somos las criaturas de mayor conciencia del universo. Sólo nosotros comprendemos el paso del tiempo y el valor de cada minuto de vida humana. Y lo que constituye el mal, el verdadero mal, es el asesinato de una sola vida humana. No tiene la menor importancia que un hombre pueda morir mañana o pasado mañana o con el tiempo... Porque si Dios no existe, esta vida... cada segundo de la misma... es lo único que tenemos.

si Dios no existe, nosotros somos las criaturas de mayor conciencia del universo. Sólo nosotros comprendemos el paso del tiempo y el valor de cada minuto de vida humana. Y lo que constituye el mal, el verdadero mal, es el asesinato de una sola vida humana. No tiene la menor importancia que un hombre pueda morir mañana o pasado mañana o con el tiempo... Porque si Dios no existe, esta vida... cada segundo de la misma... es lo único que tenemos (p.268)

what endures is what has always mattered: love—that we love one another as surely as we are alive. And if there is any hope for us to ever really be good—that hope will be realized through love.

What are we that we can make such great blunders without the slightest realization of what we are doing? What is man that he is so mindful of himself and knows so little of the consequences of what he does!

It was you who said that a new illumination, one of reason and ethics and genuine compassion, had come again, after dark centuries of bloody religion, to give forth not only its light but its warmth.

Love we need, and love can make us forget and forgive the savagery, as perhaps nothing else can.

But what endures is what has always mattered: love—that we love one another as surely as we are alive. And