Quotes About Human

It's still two human beings trying to get along, so it's going to be complicated. And love is always complicated. But humans must try to love each other, darling. We must get our hearts broken sometimes. This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.

That's the thing about a human life-there's no control group, no way to ever know how any of us would have turned out if any variables had been changed.

The ingredients of both darkness and light are equally present in all of us,...The madness of this planet is largely a result of the human being's difficulty in coming to viruous balance with himself.

Because the truth is, I believe that creativity is a force of enchantment—not entirely human in its origins.

Just as there exists in writing a literal truth and a poetic truth, there also exists in a human being a literal anatomy and a poetic anatomy. One, you can see; one, you cannot. One is made of bones and teeth and flesh; the other is made of energy and memory and faith. But they are both equally true.

Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience.

The Yogic path is about disentangling the built-in glitches of the human condition, which I'm going to over-simply define here as the heartbreaking inability to sustain contentment.

He said, Just as there exists in writing a literal truth and a poetic truth, there also exists in a human being a literal anatomy and a poetic anatomy. One, you can see; one, you cannot. One is made of bones and teeth and flesh; the other is made of energy and memory and faith. But both are equally true.

Divine Time, Geological Time, Human Time, Moss Time.

Either way, the vulnerable human ego is protected. Protected from the corrupting influence of praise. Protected from the corrosive effects of shame.

The Yogic path is about disentangling the built-in glitches of the human condition, which I'm going to over-simply define here as the heartbreaking inability to sustain contentment.

en un ser humano también existe una anatomía literal y una anatomía poética. Una se ve; la otra, no. Una está hecha de huesos y dientes y carne; la otra está hecha de energía y memoria y fe. Pero ambas son igual de verdaderas».

Some anthropologists argue, in fact, that the human species needs infatuation as a reproductive tool in order to keep us reckless enough to risk the hazards of pregnancy so that we can constantly replenish our ranks.

This is what rituals are for. We do spiritual ceremonies as human beings in order to create a safe resting place for our most complicated feelings of joy or trauma, so that we don't have to haul those feelings around with us forever, weighing us down. We all need such places of ritual safekeeping.

Qué sucedería al crear una vida lo bastante expansiva como para poder sincronizar varios contrarios incongruentes en un esquema vital que no excluyera nada? Mi verdad era exactamente la que había contado al curandero de Bali... Es decir, quería experimentar ambas cosas. Quería los placeres mundanos y la trascendencia divina..., la gloria dual de una vida humana.

All human beings have their otherness and it is that which cries out to the heart.

I believe that you wanted to love Marie—that you're enamored by the idea of love—but that you have no concept what love is. I think that's what you're searching for in St. Giles—some source of emotion, some inkling of what human feeling really is.

You fainted and I caught you. It was the first time I'd supported a human. You had such heavy bones. I put myself between you and gravity. Impossible.

Prejudice of one sort or another seems to be a universal human weakness. Few

People talk about the way disembodied spirits roam the world with no place to park themselves, but all I can think is that I am a dispirited body, and I'm sure there are plenty of other human mollusk shells roaming around, waiting for some soul to fill them up.

The disorder of the desk, the floor; the yellow Post-it notes everywhere; the whiteboards covered with scrawl: all this is the outward manifestation of the messiness of human thought. The messiness cannot go into the program; it piles up around the programmer.

To program is to translate between the chaos of human life and the line-by-line world of computer language.

The guidance of a cultured human being will always beat the click of a mouse.

Environmental history is, among other things, a lengthy account of human beings over and over imagining their way into a serious pickle.