Quotes About Humanity

Y es que es el alma de la humanidad la que a través de los siglos se dirige hacia la perfección, la raza humana la que cada año que pasa aprende a amar mejor y a perdonar. Yo estoy anclada en el pasado por cadenas que no puedo romper.

I wanted this mortal companion precisely because I had put myself into the mortal world.

You are a creature like me, I wanted to say. We are monsters and we can put our arms around each other. What are they, my guests, but tender things.

I think you were made for this; for reassuring, and given to us, if I may speculate, to force us to see our catastrophes in the new light of modern conscience.

Puede que en definitiva todas las canciones sean un lamento, un grito organizado.

As for the vampire woman's skin it was perfectly white, and so totally without a touch of humanity that it sent a chill through me. But her expression, which manifested itself almost entirely by a smile, was cordial and curious in the extreme.

How can this magnificent modern world enter into war? How can these modern people who know so much, who've come so far, suddenly be on the attack against one another?

I really believe that most people who seem scary are just sad.

Wasn't it amazing how resilient people were, how they persisted, how they kept trying to connect!

I believe that most people who seem scary are just sad.

He was like anybody else, Red said. Insufferable and likable. Bad and good.

Yet we would never expect law and even extreme social opprobrium to remove from a population jealousy, hatred, greed, sympathy, mirth, possessiveness—the entire palette of human emotions.

The writer has to die to give birth to the intellectual in the service of the wretched of the earth.

We have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flicks a beetle over on its feet.

Out of a human population on earth of four and a half billion, perhaps twenty people can write a book in a year. Some people lift cars, too. Some people enter week-long sled-dog races, go over Niagara Falls in a barrel, fly planes through the Arc de Triomphe. Some people feel no pain in childbirth. Some people eat cars. There is no call to take human extremes as norms.

There were no formerly heroic times, and there was no formerly pure generation. There is no one here but us chickens, and so it has always been.

There are 1,198,500,000 people alive now in China. To get a feel for what that means, simply take yourself - in all your singularity, importance, complexity, and love - and multiply by 1,198,500,000. See? Nothing to it.

Cruelty is a mystery, and a waste of pain.

The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for one person out of billions. We bound ourselves to the fickle, changing, and dying as if they were rock.

The Mahabharata says, "Of all the world's wonders, which is the most wonderful? That no man, though he sees others dying all around him, believes that he himself will die.

But there is no one but us. There never has been. There have been generations which remembered, and generations which forgot; there has never been a generation of whole men and women who lived well for even one day. Yet some have imagined well, with honesty and art, the detail of such a life, and have described it with such grace, that we mistake vision for history, dream for description, and fancy that life has devolved.

I'm getting used to this planet and to this curious human culture which is as cheerfully enthusiastic as it is cheerfully crue

Humanity is central, Laurent, the only thing that matters. We are what puts good and evil in this universe. Not gods or dead people. Not machines. Us.

But we lost so much in the Prettytime - all the foundations were gone. So we're stuck making it up as we go along! Tally laughed. So what else is new, Frizz? Life doesn't come with an instruction manual. So don't tell me that humanity being logic-missing is my fault.