Quotes About Humanity

First the colors. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try. ***HERE IS A SMALL FACT*** You are going to die.

I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant. None of those things, however, came out of my mouth. All I was able to do was turn to Liesel Meminger and tell her the only truth I truly know. I said it to the book thief and I say it now to you. A LAST NOTE FROM YOUR NARRATOR I am haunted by humans.

Creo que a los humanos les gusta contemplar la destrucción a pequeña escala.

Henry Street.

When she made it down to Munich Street, the book thief swerved in and out of the umbrellaed men and women—a rain-cloaked girl who made her way without shame from one garbage can to another.

Ljudi su ponekad prelijepi. Ne zbog izgleda. Ne zbog onoga Å¡to govore. Nego zbog onoga Å¡to jesu.

Je ne veux plus prier pour que M. soit sain et sauf. Ni A.S. Parce que le monde ne les mérite pas.

He's telling Liesel's story to prove to himself that humans can be beautiful and selfless and worthwhile.

That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable.

Lua kisses her. Just softly on the lips. And she kisses back. Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

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.

I did it because you are the epitome of ordinariness, Ed. And if a guy like you can stand up and do what you did for all those people, well, maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of. Maybe even I can...

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.

i'm haunted by humans

the Jews were marching through Molching. They were going to Dachau, to concentrate.

I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race—that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

Last note from you narrator; I am haunted by humans.

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

Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their French words. I watched their love-visions and freed them from their fear.

Hans Hubermann held his hand out and presented a piece of bread, like magic.

again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water.

If nothing else, the old man would die like a human. Or at least with the thought that he was a human.

Visita guiada al sufrimiento: A su izquierda, tal vez a su derecha, incluso puede que al frente, hay una pequeña habitación a oscuras. Allí espera sentado un judío. Apesta. Está famélico. Está asustado. Por favor, intenta no apartar la vista.

I don't want to pray that Max is alive and safe. Or Alex Steiner. Because the world does not deserve them.