Quotes About Humanity

El ser humano ha emprendido el viaje en busca de otros mundos, otras civilizaciones, sin haber conocido a fondo sus propios escondrijos, sus callejones sin salida, sus pozos, o sus oscuras puertas atrancadas. El ser humano ha emprendido el viaje en busca de otros mundos, otras civilizaciones, sin haber conocido a fondo sus propios escondrijos, sus callejones sin salida, sus pozos, o sus oscuras puertas atrancadas. - Solaris

Lo que anhelábamos: el Contacto con otra civilización. ¡Lo tenemos, hemos establecido ese Contacto! ¡Nuestra propia fealdad, aumentada como bajo un microscopio, nuestra necedad y nuestra vergüenza!

Because all books ARE the Book of Job -- man in the crucible like Jack in the Box....

Think [Schindler's List] was about the Holocaust?... That was about success, wasn't it? The Holocaust is about six million people who get killed. ''Schindler's List'' is about 600 who don't. Anything else?

There's a kind of Gödel's Theorem in human affairs: Every attempt to systemize life or to govern it by a set of axioms rich enough to encompass the totality of experience leads to a contradiction.

You were born into a glorious mess, and we all have become something of a glorious mess ourselves. And in the midst of our mess, God has a thing for us. He does not despise our humanity or despair over our condition as we sometimes do. He does not turn his face away from us in our failings or our self-centeredness, as we would like to. He is not surprised.

We are loved. Born out of love, into love, to know love, and to be loved. Yes, we were born into a fallen, sorry world, which is at the same time more lovely than any fairy tale. It is both. And in this beautiful, heartbreaking world, God—the eternal, omniscient, amazing One—loves human beings. Including you. Especially you.

And in this beautiful, heartbreaking world, God—the eternal, omniscient, amazing One—loves human beings. Including you. Especially you.  You are amazing.

We are loved. Born out of love, into love, to know love, and to be loved. Yes, we were born into a fallen, sorry world, which is at the same time more lovely than any fairy tale. It is both. And in this beautiful, heartbreaking world, God—the eternal, omniscient, amazing One—loves human beings. Including you. Especially you.  You are amazing.

Vorrei morire, morire, morire, ma lo fanno già tutti.

Dice che l'uomo è stato creato padrone della terra, ma gli manca una cosa fondamentale: una borsa degli attrezzi. Ah, sospira, se ci fosse un cacciavite per togliere le idee sbagliate e un martello per fissare le buone intenzioni, una chiave inglese per stringere per sempre l'amore e una sega per tagliare col passato! Ma questa attrezzeria non ce l'hanno data e, dopo aver tentennato e scricchiolato, prima o poi ci romperemo.

Curious how Love destroys every vestige of that politeness which the human race, in its years of evolution, has so painfully acquired.

At every point along the passage from African to New World markets, we find a stark contest between slave traders and slaves, between the traders' will to commodify people and the captives' will to remain fully recognizable as human subjects.

Less is less. Heartbreak is heartbreak. You think I'm sitting here gloating. Telling myself that my suffering beats yours? Hurt is hurt. You don't measure these things.

The renowned anthropologist Margaret Mead said that what marks the beginning and assures the continuity of civilization is compassion.

War creates many strange juxtapositions, perhaps none stranger than this: men who are doing their utmost to kill other men can transform in a split second into lifesavers. Soldiers who encounter a wounded man (often an enemy) become tender, caring angels of mercy. The urge to kill and the urge to save sometimes run together simultaneously.

Human beings like us may never have evolved before and may never evolve again in this or any other universe. As far as anyone knows, we are alone in an inconceivably vast cosmos that has no interest at all in our fate. I do not believe that I existed in any meaningful sense before my birth or will exist again after my death either here on earth or in a heaven, a hell, or any other realm.

one who loves himself should not harm others.

people, with their faults and ambiguities and weaknesses, and plumbing.

Humanity is a young species in a very old universe, it was expected that any intelligence out there, if they exist all, were probably much older than mankind-and perhaps that very advancement was why we couldn't perceive them.

My God,' said Josh Morris, sounding aghast. 'What have we done?' And he laughed.

She was capable of suffering – that was the price of sentience.

But there have only ever been fewer than two hundred billion human beings

I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.