Quotes About Human

Fingerbone was never an impressive town. It was chastened by an outsized landscape and extravagant weather and chastened again by an awareness that the whole of human history had occurred elsewhere.

Anyone with one solid human bond is that smug, and it is the smugness as much as the comfort and safety that lonely people covet and admire.

We are moved to respond to the fact of human brilliance, human depth in all its variety because it is the most wonderful thing in the world, very probably the most wonderful thing in the universe.

The difference between theism and new atheist science is the difference between mystery and certainty. Certainty is a relic, an atavism, a husk we ought to have outgrown. Mystery is openness to possibility, even at the scale now implied by physics and cosmology. The primordial human tropism toward mystery may well have provided the impetus for all that we have learned.

how can one human being mean so much to another human being in terms of peace and assurance, as if loyalty were as real as gravity.

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 there in front of you. It might as well be your soul, for all you can do to protect it.

You can love a bad book for its haplessness or pomposity or gall, if you have that starveling appetite for things human, which I devoutly hope you never will have.

You can love a bad book for its haplessness or pomposity or gall, if you have that starveling appetite for things human, which I devoutly hope you never will have. The full soul loatheth an honeycomb, but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.

There is never just one transgression. There is a wound in the flesh of human life that scars when it heals and often enough seems never to heal at all.

Accordingly, Pacioli's book also starts with a discussion of proportions in the human body, since in the human body every sort of proportion and proportionality can be found, produced at the beck of the all-Highest through the inner mysteries of nature.

I would trust you with my whole fortune," he told the president. "I would trust you with my life and the welfare of my children. It is inconceivable to me that you would ever trick me or otherwise betray me. My whole world, all my faith in my judgment of human character would collapse.

A man who commits a criminal act exercises the power of God over another human being. Then it becomes the decision of the victim whether to accept this other god in his life.

Il n'y a rien de mieux qu'un roman pour faire comprendre que la réalité est mal faite, qu'elle n'est pas suffisante pour satisfaire les désirs, les appétits, les rêves humains.

Pareciera que en el fondo de todos nosotros hubiese un monstruo. Que sólo espera el momento propicio para salir a la luz y causar estragos.

La civilización nace con la necesidad del ser humano de recurrir a los otros para satisfacer sus necesidades

amaba tanto las ideas y se movía en ellas con tanta solvencia, fuera un convencido de que son éstas las que deben someterse si entran en contradicción con la realidad humana, pues, cuando ocurre al revés, las calles se llenan de guillotinas y paredones de fusilamiento y comienza el reinado de los censores y los policías.

What I learned is the difference between of destiny and fate. We are all fated to die. Destiny is recognizing the radiance of the soul that, even when faced with human impossibility, loves all of life. Fate is the death we owe to Nature. Destiny is the life we own to soul.

It was at this time I learned that the human mind is a blackened overgrown place. Society tries to mow the lawn and trim back the plants, but every one of us is just days away from a wild jungle. And it's the jungle that interests me.

The Germans sell chemical weapons to Iran and Iraq. The wounded are then sent to Germany to be treated. Veritable human guinea pigs.

Here and gone. That's what it is to be human, I think—to be both someone and no one at once, to hold a particular identity in the world (our names, our place of origins, our family and affectional ties) and to feel that solid set of ties also capable of dissolution, slipping away, as we become moments of attention.

Trauma is an indivisible part of human existence. it takes many forms but spares no one.

Perhaps everyone possessed a darker self kept at bay by circumstance.

The classic business story is much like the classic human story. There is rise and fall; the overcoming of great odds, the upholding of principles despite the cost, questions of rivalry and succession, and even the possibility of descent into madness.

The Parthenon is a pleasing building, and Mozart's Fifth Piano Concerto a pleasing work, because each makes use of proportions, relations, and variations that go beyond subjective preference, education, and culture into the realm of universal appeal conditioned by universal human requirements and constraints. A life lived with these understood, even if vaguely, will have the grace that a life lived unaware of them will lack.