Quotes About Human

For thousands of years people have believed there is a conflict between good and evil in the universe. But this is not true. The real conflict is between truth and what is not truth. The conflict exists in the human mind, not in the rest of nature. Good and evil are the result of that conflict. Believing in truth results in goodness; believing in and defending what is not truth results in evil. Evil is just the result of believing in lies.

Tienes el poder de crear. Tu poder es tan fuerte que cualquier cosa que decidas creer se convierte en realidad. Te creas a ti mismo, sea lo que sea que creas que eres. Eres como eres porque eso es lo que crees sobre ti mismo. Toda tu realidad, todo lo que crees, es fruto de tu propia creación. Tienes el mismo poder que cualquier otro ser humano en el mundo.

If you look at any religious description of hell, it is the same as human society, the way we dream. Hell is a place of suffering, a place of fear, a

grows. The word is like a seed, and the human mind is so fertile! The only problem is that too often it is fertile for the seeds of fear. Every human mind is fertile, but only for those kinds of seeds it is prepared for.

They weren't random; nothing with a human mind as the operating system ever can be. But they were random enough.

The systematic pursuit of desired conditions by utilizing human capabilities in a concerted way.

The whole horror of the situation is that he now has a human heart, not a dog's heart. And about the rottenest heart in all creation!

I don't have any special talents, just an ordinary desire to live like a human being.

The only thing he said was that among human vices he considered cowardice one of the first.

Nie popeÅ'niono ?adnego bÅ'Ä™du. W ogóle jestem nieco zaniepokojony, Afraniuszu, najwyra?niej mam do czynienia z czÅ'owiekiem, który nigdy nie popeÅ'nia bÅ'Ä™dów. CzÅ'owiekiem ów to ty.

Indeed, the only truly serious questions are ones that even a child can formulate. Only the most naive of questions are truly serious. They are the questions with no answers. A question with no answer is a barrier that cannot be breached. In other words, it is questions with no answers that set the limit of human possibilities, describe the boundaries of human existence.

The novel is not the author's confession; it is an investigation of human life in the trap the world has become

True human goodness, in all its purity and freedom, can come to the fore only when its recipient has no power.

This symmetrical composition--the same motif at the beginning and at the end--may seem quite novelistic to you, and I am willing to agree, but only on condition that you refrain from reading such notions as fictive, fabricated, and untrue to life into the word novelistic. Because human lives are composed in precisely such a fashion.

A novel examines not reality but existence. And existence is not what has occurred, existence is the realm of human possibilities, everything that man can become, everything he's capable of. Novelists draw up the map of existence by discovering this or that human possibilit. But again, to exist mean: 'being-in-the-world.' Thus both the character and his world must be understood as possibilities.

As I have pointed out before, characters are not born like people, of woman; they are born of a situation, a sentence, a metaphor containing in a nutshell a basic human possibility that the author thinks no one else has discovered or said something essential about. But isn't it true that an author can write only about himself?

For a novelist, a given historic situation is an anthropologic laboratory in which he explores his basic question: What is human existence?

If rejection and priviledge are one and the same, if there is no difference between the sublime and the paltry, if Son of God can undergo judgement of shit, then human existence loses its dimensions and becomes unbearable light.

Whenever I think about ancient cultures nostalgia seizes me. Perhaps this is nothing but envy of the sweet slowness of the history of that time. The era of ancient Egyptian culture lasted for several thousand years; the era of Greek antiquity for almost a thousand. In this respect, a single human life imitates the history of mankind; at first it is plunged into immobile slowness, and then only gradually does it accelerate more and more.

given the nature of the human couple, the love of a man and a woman is a priori inferior to that which can exist (at least in the best instances) in the love between man and dog...It is a completely selfless love.

The novel is the fruit of a human illusion. The illusion of the power to understand others. But what do we know of one another?

You know, it's really very peculiar. To be mortal is the most basic human experience, and yet man has never been able to accept it, grasp it, and behave accordingly. Man doesn't know how to be mortal. And when he dies, he doesn't even know how to be dead.

Rejection and privilege, happiness and woe—no one felt more concretely than Yakov how interchangeable opposites are, how short the step from one pole of human existence to the other.

The only thing that makes me somewhat sceptical regarding human procreation is the unintelligent selection of parents. Some of the most unattractive individuals in the world feel they must multiply at all costs. They are apparently under the illusion that the burden of ugliness becomes lighter if it is shared with descendants.