Quotes About Humanity

If we stretch ourselves to open our minds, to see our shared humanity with others, we allow ourselves to see the existence of community and generosity in unexpected places.

When we truly allow ourselves to feel our own pain, over time it comes to seem less personal. We start to recognize that what we've perceived as our pain is, at a deeper level, the pain inherent in human existence.

Love is a living capacity within us that is always present, even when we don't sense it.

If we harm someone else, we're inevitably also hurting ourselves. Some quality of sensitivity and awareness has to shut down for us to be able to objectify someone else, to deny them as a living, feeling being—someone who wants to be happy, just as we do.

We exercise kindness in any moment when we recognize our shared humanity—with all the hopes, dreams, joys, disappointments, vulnerability, and suffering that implies.

Awareness levels the playing field. We are all humans doing the best we can.

We are born ready to love and be loved. It is our birthright.

As human beings, we're capable of greatness of spirit, an ability to go beyond the circumstances we find ourselves in, to experience a vast sense of connection to all of life.

simple logic of colonialism, under which the rules of humanity applied only to the rulers, for the rulers were people and the people were objects. Objects to be controlled, disciplined, kept in their place and taught lessons like so many animals:

it is striking that when slavery was abolished, the British government paid compensation, not to the men and women so inhumanely pressed into bondage, but to their former owners, for their 'loss of property'!)

John Donne, the sixteenth-century poet, wrote these familiar but profound words: No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main…Any man's death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

Each of them, withdrawn and apart, is like a stranger to the destiny of all the others: his children and his particular friends form the whole human species for him; as for dwelling with his fellow citizens, he is beside them but he does not see them. . . .

Bao is the acceptance that mankind is part of the fabric of the universe, not the purpose of it. Humanity is meant to live as part of creation, not as the owner of it or to make war against it.

And in the end, unable to feel terror, mankind will go, we will all go down, down, down to happyland.

The sadness of men- mankind, I guess you'd say. It's that we never have time to be what we know we should be, or could be. And it's not because of the time itself, the gods know we waste enough of it not doing anything at all, but because of what we are.... It's caring so much that keeps us from being what we could be. Caring so much. About the wrong things maybe. But still, if we didn't what would we be?

The world is divided by two different tribes. The people who are assholes and the people who are not.

Listen. I don't know how or when My grieving will end, but I'm always Relearning how to be human again.

The world is too fucking big. Sometimes, I can't even carry myself through all the love and fear.

In this world, we must love the liars or go unloved

I measure men by the content of their character, not the color of their skin, and I find all of them are assholes.

What are you laughing at?" Mrs. Jeremy asked me. "I used to think the world was broken down by tribes," I said. "By black and white. By Indian and white. But I know that isn't true. The world is only broken into two tribes: The people who are assholes and the people who are not." I walked out of the classroom and felt like dancing

I used to think the world was broken down by tribes," I said. "By black and white. By Indian and white. But I know that isn't true. The world is only broken into two tribes: The people who are assholes and the people who are not.

The world is only broken into two tribes: The people who are assholes and the people who are not." I

Sorrow spares no one, and scars respect no person.