Quotes About Human

This symmetrical composition--the same motif appears 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.

It was gratitude that decided the issue, most likely. Human decisions are terribly simple.

Y es que las preguntas verdaderamente serias son aquellas que pueden ser formuladas hasta por un niño. Sólo las preguntas más ingenuas son verdaderamente serias. Son preguntas que no tienen respuesta. Una pregunta que no tiene respuesta es un barrera que no puede atravesarse. Dicho de otro modo: precisamente las preguntas que no tienen respuesta son las que determinan las posibilidades del ser humano, son las que trazan las fronteras de la existencia del hombre.

It takes so little,so infinitely little, for someone to find himself on the other side of the boarder, where everything - love, conviction, faith, history - no longer has meaning. The whole mystery of human life resides in the fact that it is spent in the immediate proximity of, and even direct contact with, that boarder, that it is separated from it not by kilometers but by barely a millimeter.

Indeed, the only truly serious questions are ones that even a child can formulate. Only the most naïve 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 limits of human possibilities, describe the boundaries of human existence.

For it is clear immediately: human life as such is a defeat. All we can do in the face of that ineluctable defeat called life is to try to understand it. That - that is the raison d'être of the art of the novel.

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 limits of human possibilities, describe the boundaries of human existence.)

She came from a land where revolutionary illusion had long since faded but where the thing he admired most in revolution remained: life on a large scale; a life of risk, daring, and the danger of death. Sabina had renewed his faith in the grandeur of human endeavour. Superimposing the painful drama of her country on her person, he found her even more beautiful.

I say, indeed: consolation in the nonsentience of nature. For nonsentience is consoling; the world of nonsentience is the world outside human life; it is eternity; it is the sea gone off with the sun (Rimbaud).

The characters in my novels are my own unrealized possibilities. That is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one has crossed a border that I myself have cirumvented. It is that crossed border (the border beyond which my own I ends) which attracts me most. For beyond that border begins the secret the novel asks about. The novel is not the author's confession; it is an investigation of human life in the trap the world has become.

Mimpi-mimpi kita membuktikan bahwa untuk berimajinasi-bermimpi mengenai hal-hal yang tidak terjadi-adalah kebutuhan manusia yang paling dalam.

Além de eloquentes, esses sonhos eram belos. Esse é um aspecto que escapou a Freud na sua teoria dos sonhos. (...) O sonho é a prova que imaginar, sonhar com aquilo que não acontece, é uma das mais profundas necessidades do homem.

It is questions with no answers that set the limits of human possibilities --> Pretty Wittgenstein like.

Le roman n'est pas une confession de l'auteur, mais une exploration de ce qu'est la vie humaine dans le piège qu'est devenu le monde.

You know,' he went on, 'novels are the fruit of the human illusion that we can understand our fellow man. But what do we know about each other?' 'Nothing,' said Bibi. 'True,' said Joujou. The professor of philosophy acquiesced with a nod of the head. 'The only thing we can do,' said Banaka, 'is to give an account of our own selves. Anything else is an abuse of power. Anything else is a lie.

human lifetime is 80 years long on average. A person imagines and organizes his life with that span in mind. What I have just said everyone knows, but only rarely do we realize that the number of years granted us is not merely a quantitative fact, an external feature (like nose length or eye color), but is part of the very definition of the human.

Una novela no es una confesión del autor, sino una investigación sobre lo que es la vida humana dentro de la trampa en que se ha convertido el mundo.

L'unicité du « moi » se cache justement dans ce que l'être humain a d'inimaginable. On ne peut imaginer que ce qui est identique chez tous les êtres, ce qui leur est commun. Le « moi » individuel, c'est ce qui se distingue du général, donc ce qui ne se laisse ni deviner ni calculer d'avance, c'est qu'il faut d'abord dévoiler, découvrir, conquérir chez l'autre.

Indeed, the only 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 breaches. In other words, it is questions with no answers that set the limits of human possibilities, describe the boundaries of human existence.

Suspending moral judgement is not the immorality of the novel; it is its morality. The morality that stands against the ineradicable human habit of judging instantly, ceaselessly, and everyone; of judging before, and in the absence of, understanding. From the viewpoint of the novel's wisdom, that fervid readiness to judge is the most detestable stupidity. Not that the novelist utterly denies that moral judgement is legitimate, but that she refuses it a place in the novel.

Every human life has many aspects. The past of each one of us can be just as easily arranged into the biography of a beloved statesman as into that of a criminal.

Everything in life is about sharing; it is part of the human condition

Most human beings still cannot trust love.

Human beings have Love for one another inborn in them - Love, reassembler of our ancient nature, who tries to make one out of two and to heal human nature.