Quotes About Humanity

I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty and I wonder how the same can be both.

So many humans. So many colors.

No, I'm not a saint, Sophie. I'm just another stupid human.

First the colours. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try.

It's not the place, I think. It's the people. We'd have all been the same anywhere else.

Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

The Germans in basements were pitiable, surely, but at least they had a chance. That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable.

Liesel shrugged away entirely from the crowd and entered the tide of Jews, weaving through them till she grabbed hold of his arm with her left hand. His face fell on her. It reached down as she tripped, and the Jew,the nasty Jew, helped her up. It took all of his strength.

Even enemies were an inch away from friendship.

Es el tipo de cosas que nunca sabré o llegaré a comprender: de qué son capaces los humanos.

El corazón de los humanos no es como el mío. El de los humanos es una línea, mientras que el mío es un círculo y poseo la infinita habilidad de estar en el lugar apropiado en el momento oportuno. La consecuencia es que siempre encuentro humanos en su mejor y en su peor momento. Veo su fealdad y su belleza y me pregunto cómo ambas pueden ser lo mismo. Sin embargo, tienen algo que les envidio: al menos los humanos tienen el buen juicio de morir. - La Muerte

I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.

She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on that man's first night in Molching. She was an arm reacher, deep into a mattress, to deliver a sketchbook to a teenage girl. (84.25)

A GUIDED TOUR OF SUFFERING: To your left, perhaps your right, perhaps even straight ahead, you find a small black room. In it sits a Jew. He is scum. He is starving. He is afraid. Please - try not to look away.

Just give hime five more minutes and he would surely fall into the German gutter and die. They would all let him, and they would all watch. Then, one human. Hans Hubermann.

You don't shoot a dog when it is already dead.

We smell the impact of traffic and humans. Humans and traffic. Back and forth. We taste our moment, swallowing it, knowing it. We feel our nerves twitching inside our stomaches, lunging at our skin from beneath.

The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

A veces me mata ver cómo muere la gente.

The thing is, I don't even hate cops. To tell you the truth, I actually feel a little sorry for them.

The sky was murky and deep, like quicksand. There was a young man parcelled up in barbed wire, like a crown of thorns. I untangled him and carried him out. High above the earth, we sank together, to our knees. It was just another day, 1918.

It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on...

When the elderly Jew climbed to his feet for the last time and continued on, he looked briefly back. He took a last sad glance at the man who was kneeling now himself, whose back was burning with four lines of fire, whose knees were aching on the road. If nothing else, the old man would die like a human. Or at least with the thought that he was a human.

una prueba más de lo contradictorio que es el ser humano. Una pizca de bondad, una pizca de maldad y sólo falta añadirle agua.