Quotes About Humanity

You are rotting away. You are falling to pieces. What are you? A bag of filth. Now turn round and look into that mirror again. Do you see that thing facing you? That is the last man. If you are human, that is humanity.

the god in men is also the devil the moment it begins to masticate on the morsels of power.

La guerra es la guerra. El único ser humano bueno es el que ha muerto.»

You are rotting away, you are falling to pieces. What are you? A bag of filth. Now turn around and look into that mirror again. Do you see that thing facing you? That is the last man. If you are human, that is humanity. Now put your clothes on again.

Lo importante no es mantenerse vivo, sino mantenerse humano

If you are a man, Winston, you are the last man. Your kind is extinct; we are the inheritors. Do you understand that you are alone? You are outside history, you are non-existent.

And the people under the sky were also very much the same—everywhere, all over the world, hundreds of thousands of millions of people just like this, people ignorant of one another's existence, held apart by walls of hatred and lies, and yet almost exactly the same—people who had never learned to think but who were storing up in their hearts and bellies and muscles the power that would one day overturn the world.

Dickens hardly writes of war, even to denounce it.

Çürüyorsun, dedi; parça parça da??l?yorsun. Sen nesin, biliyor musun? Bir pislik torbas?. Åžu sana bakan ÅŸeyi görüyor musun? Son insan bu iÅŸte. Sen insansan, iÅŸte insanl?k bu. Åžimdi giy ÅŸu giysilerini bakal?m.

Ä°nsan sevilmekten çok anla??lmay? istiyordu belki de.

By 'nationalism' I mean first of all the habit of assuming that human beings can be classified like insects and that whole blocks of millions or tens of millions of people can be confidently labelled 'good' or 'bad'.¹ But secondly—and this is much more important—I mean the habit of identifying oneself with a single nation or other unit, placing it beyond good and evil and recognising no other duty than that of advancing its interests.

The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection … that one is prepared in the end to be defeated and broken up by life, which is the inevitable price of fastening one's love upon other human individuals.

It would be an exaggeration to say that throughout history there has been no progress of a material kind. Even today, in a period of decline, the average human being is physically better off than he was a few centuries ago. But no advance in wealth, no softening of manners, no re-form or revolution has ever brought human equality a millimeter nearer. From the point of view of the Low, no historic change has ever meant much more than a change in the name of their masters.

Quan tr?ng là quan h? gi?a các cá nhân vá»›i nhau và má»™t cá»­ ch? hoàn toàn b?t lá»±c, má»™t cái n?m tay, má»™t gi?t nÆ°á»›c m?t, má»™t l?i Ä'á»™ng viên vá»›i ng??i h?p h?i ??u là Ä'áng quí, tá»± thân chúng Ä'ã là giá tr?.

in spite of the men who gripped him by each shoulder, the prisoner stepped slightly aside to avoid a puddle on the path on the way to the gallows. It is curious, but till that moment I had never realized what it means to destroy a healthy, conscious man. When I saw the prisoner step aside to avoid the puddle, I saw the mystery, the unspeakable wrongness, of cutting a life short when it is in full tide. This man was not dying, he was alive just as we were alive.

No advance in wealth, no softening of manners, no reform or revolution has ever brought human equality a millimeter nearer.

The real test of character is how you treat someone who has no possibility of doing you any good.

people ignorant of one another's existence, held apart by walls of hatred and lies, and yet almost exactly the same—people

the people under the sky were also very much the same—everywhere, all over the world, hundreds of thousands of millions of people just like  this,  people  ignorant  of  one  another's  existence,  held apart by walls of hatred and lies, and yet almost exactly the same—people who had never learned to think

Most people want to be good, but not that good and not all the time.

But if there was hope, it lay in the proles. You had to cling on to that. When you put it in words it sounded reasonable: it was when you looked at the human beings passing you on the pavement that it became an act of faith.

No emotion was pure, because everything was mixed up with fear and hatred.

La guerra es la guerra. El único ser humano bueno es el que ha muerto.

We are the dead," he said. "We're not dead yet," said Julia prosaically. "Not physically. Six months, a year—five years, conceivably. I am afraid of death. You are young, so presumably you're more afraid of it than I am. Obviously we shall put it off as long as we can. But it makes very little difference. So long as human beings stay human, death and life are the same thing.