Quotes About Human

Tears are curious things, for like earthquakes or puppet shows, they can occur at any time, without any warning and without any good reason.

Hitler's Europe Yes, welcome to Hitler's Europe... Come on, human race - for our children's sake if not our own. This is wakey, wakey time.

There is much in nature against us. But we forget: Take nature altogether since time began, Including human nature, in peace and war, And it must be a little more in favor of man.

Love is a wonderous thing. It moves mountains and stills a baby's cries. It beats inside every human's heart, yet is more precious than gold. It cannot be bought or sold or stolen. It keeps us alive.

paithin- ... he is orn! mother peytin's son, come to lead us to safety! zifnab- thats it! orn, favors his mother- roland- no, he doesnt. look! hes human! wouldnt mother whats- her - name's kid be and elf- wait! i know! he is one of the lords of thillia! come back to us, like the legend foretold! zifnab- that too! i dont know why i didnt recognize him. the spitting image of his father!

He was acting typically human, the half-elf thought. Refusing that which was in easy reach, only to cry for it when it was gone.

No other human being, no woman, no poem or music, book, or painting can replace alcohol in its power to give man the illusion of real creation.

Llorar, es necesario que eso también suceda.

It's in this valour, human, absurd, that I see true grace.

It's in this valor, human, absurd, that I see true grace.

Sí, Atenas era siempre bella y no lamentaba haber impuesto disciplinas griegas a mi vida. Todo lo que poseemos de humano, de ordenado y lúcido, a ellas se lo debemos.

Era una de esas épocas en que la razón humana se halla presa dentro de un círculo en llamas.

That's the thing with relationships, I understood: it doesn't mean we don't hurt one another; how can we help it sometimes, we're only human. But if you love someone, you get hurt and you manage to forgive. And be forgiven.

This being human is a Guest House Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, Some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, Who violently sweep your house Empty of its furniture. Still treat each guest honourably, He may be clearing you out for some new delight.

Spirituality isn't some quaint stepchild of an intelligent worldview, or the only option for those of us not smart enough to understand the facts of the real world. Spirituality reflects the most sophisticated mindset, and the most powerful force available for the transformation of human suffering.

Christ refers to the common thread of divine love that is the core and essence of every human mind.

Your human self might be in hell right now, but your divine self is literally untouched by your suffering. And your divine self is who you are.

Accept that God has given each of us a magnificent role to play on Earth merely because we're human; that we were born with a perfect script etched on our hearts; that its not to our personal credit, but to His greater glory, that each of us is brilliant-such are the truths that free us from the ego's lies.

Wealth acts merely as a kind of mirror to show you human nature at its worst.

Occasionally, something will happen that will change your opinion of someone irrevocably, that will shatter the ideal you've built up around a person and force you to see them for the fallible and human creature they really are.

Our relationship, however, soon went awry. Occasionally, something will happen that will change your opinion of someone irrevocably, that wil shatter the ideal you've built up around a person and force you to see them for the fallible and human creature they really are.

Since she seen Fortune head in that big pot Miss Lydia say that room make her feel ill, sick with the thought of boiling human broth. I wonder how she think it make me feel? To dust the hands what use to stroke my breast; to dust the arms what hold me when I cried; to dust where his soft lips were and his chest what curved its warm against my back at night. From the poem Dinah's Lament (15)

If you think about a human face, it can be something you don't want to look at,so sad or so hard or so kind. It can be something you want to hide, because it pretty well shows where you've been and what you can expect. And anybody at all can see it, but you can''t. It just floats out there in front of you. It might as well be your soul, for all you can do to protect it.

The locus of the human mystery is perception of this world. From it proceeds every thought, every art.