Quotes About Humanity

al menos los humanos tienen el buen juicio de morir.

god bless the man with the beard, the missing teeth and the poverty Ritchie

A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugliness and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still they have one thing that I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

Un regard d'argent, empreint de bonté. D'argent en train de fondre. En le voyant, elle eut conscience de la valeur de Hans Huvermann

So many humans. So many colors. They keep triggering inside me. They harass my memory. I see them tall in their heaps, all mounted on top of each other. There is air like plastic, a horizon like setting glue. There are skies manufactured by people, punctured and leaking, and there are soft, coal-colored clouds, beating like black hearts. And then. There is death. Making his way through all of it. On the surface: unflappable, unwavering. Below: unnerved, untied, and undone.

Certainly, war meant dying, but it always shifted the ground beneath a person's feet when it was someone who had once lived and breathed in close proximity.

even death has a heart

Why can't the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn't care, I finally answer, and I know I'm right. It's like I've been chosen. But chosen for what? I ask. The answer's quite simple: To care.

Os seres humanos me assombram.

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

A LAST NOTE FROM YOUR NARRATOR. I am haunted by humans.

Sme iba nehotové, neúplné bytosti, ak nám niekto múdrejÅ¡í, lepÅ¡í ako my nepomáha zdokonaliÃ…Â¥ naÅ¡e slabé, nedokonalé povahy.

I couldn't control that the Nazis considered me subhuman. But I could control how I treated others.

Art is the sole means of grace in our fallen state.

Humanity must become united, even with all of its diversity, because humanity is one race in the Greater Community. The distinctions that you make to separate yourself from others are meaningless to your visitors, except insofar as these distinctions can be exploited. They represent your weakness, not your strength.

This is it, I thought. This is the part of us that makes our brief, improbable little lives worth living: the ability to reach through our own isolation and find strength, and comfort, and warmth for and in each other. This is what human beings do. This is what we live for, the way horses live to run.

Nuestra predilección por un universo en orden convierte en muy tentadoras para nosotros esas simples soluciones ficticias. Las verdades complejas son difíciles de asimilar para nuestras mentes: nos resulta mucho más fácil incinerar a la bruja que mantener la esperanza en un mundo que no está hecho para el deleite humano.

Call someone 'a schizophrenic' or 'a borderline' [and it] lulls us into a false sense that those words tell us who the person is, rather than only telling us how the person suffers.

The dignity of these humans is to weep.

God creates us all in His image. There are no second-class citizens, no minorities, no human being greater or lesser that any other. We are all the same in His eyes.

The problem with making heroes out of humans is that when they eventually act like humans, everyone is disappointed.

Because we are all poets or babies in the middle of the night, struggling with being.

So I am lonely, but not alone, like everybody else.

Suffering doesn't concern itself with the scale of other sufferings.