Quotes About Humanity

We're all a rum lot, bor . . . there i'nt much t'chewse atween us,' he replied.

Society's crude, you know . . . it's a brutal piece of work!

The answers make us wise, but the questions make us human.

Scratch the surface in a typical boardroom and we're all just cavemen with briefcases, hungry for a wise person to tell us stories.

The power of both myth and art is this magical ability to open doors, to make connections — not only between us and the natural world, but between us and the rest of humanity. Myths show us what we have in common with every other human being, no matter what culture we come from, no matter what century we live in. . .and at the same time, mythic stories and art celebrate our essential differences...

What makes a monster and what makes a man?

Everybody is special. Everybody. Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain. Everybody. Everybody has their story to tell.

Compassion is the feeling of empathy which the pain of one being of itself awakens in another; and the higher and more human the beings are, the more keenly attuned are they to re-echo the note of suffering which, like a voice from heaven, penetrates the heart.

A day should not pass without acts of loving-kindness, either with one's body, money, or soul.

I have always found that actively loving saves one from a morbid preoccupation with the shortcomings of society.

I have one great fear in my heart, that one day when they are turned to loving, they will find that we are turned to hating.

There is only one way in which one can endure man's inhumanity to man and that is to try, in one's own life, to exemplify man's humanity to man.

What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another? What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?

He died for the ungodly, the just for the unjust, that He might bring us to God. There wasn't one lovely or good thing in any of us that could draw out love from the heart of a holy Savior—there was everything to repel. Yet the infinite God, the altogether lovely One, whose ideal of love surely is far beyond anything we could ever imagine, whose capacity for love is beyond our understanding altogether, He loved us and gave Himself for us.

All things of creation are children of the Father and thus brothers of man.

Most kids grow up wanting to work with animals. There's a good reason for that. The alternative is to work with humans.

I realized up there that our planet is not infinite. It's fragile. That may not be obvious to a lot of folks, and it's tough that people are fighting each other here on Earth instead of trying to get together and live on this planet. We look pretty vulnerable in the darkness of space.

We like to believe that Man is in some subtle way superior to the rest of creation. It is best if he can be shown to be necessarily superior, for then there is no danger of him losing his commanding position.

With our passing, might some lost contribution of ours leave the planet a bit more impoverished? It is possible that, instead of heaving a huge biological sigh of relief, the world without us would miss us?

I think that people's nature is always to want a better life. So from that, we should not expect human beings to behave for benefit of the rest of nature-of the environment. You can only expect people to help the environment out of their own interest" Proffessor Zheng Zhe

aunque obviamente los humanos hemos sobrevivido a cualquier virus o meteorito que la naturaleza nos ha lanzado hasta ahora, la tecnología es algo que nosotros nos lanzamos a nosotros mismos por nuestra cuenta y riesgo.

I'm so amazed," he says, "by the ability of life to hang on to anything. Given the opportunity, it goes everywhere. A species as creative and arguably intelligent as our own should somehow find a way to achieve a balance. We have a lot to learn, obviously. But I haven't given up on us.

Ha entrado en escena el Homo sedentarius. Ahora es el alimento el que migra hacia nosotros, junto con artículos de lujo y otros bienes de consumo que no existieron durante la mayor parte de la historia humana.

To interviewers who lamented that life in the time of plague had become so unreal, I'd reply that no, actually *this* was real. What's unreal is the fantasy we humans have been living: growing on and on, in denial of the obvious.