Quotes About Human

Why do people want to drain your energy? So they can journey to other worlds after death, where pleasures are a thousandfold. It is a fast game. Human beings are powerful and skillful.

Oh, Laseen," she murmured, tears welling in her eyes, "I know why we fear this Jaghut Tyrant. Because he became human, he became like us, he enslaved, he destroyed, and he did it better than we could." She lowered her head into her hands. "That's why we fear.

the all too human need to conjure symbolic meaning from meaningless events.

Betrayal was the greatest of all crimes in Rallick's mind, for it took all that was human within a person and made it a thing of pain.

In that moment, success or failure would lose all relevance. The triumph was in the stance. In the defiance. Because this is the essence of life itself. Human and wild, in that moment we are all the same.

History meant nothing, because the only continuity was human stupidity. Oh, there were moments of greatness, of bright deeds, but how long did the light of such glory last? From one breath to the next, aye, and no more than that.

Evading responsibility was a proclivity of the human species, it seemed.

And somehow they would be less than human then. The game the mind must play to unleash destruction

But, she wondered now, where was the crime in that most human of capacities: to carry in one's heart a contradiction, to leave it unchallenged, immune to reconciliation; indeed, to be two people at once, each true to herself, and neither denying the presence of the other? What vast laws of cosmology were broken by this human talent? Did the universe split asunder? Did reality lose its way?

Creation is intuitive; reason comes later. In the story of calculus, more than in other parts of mathematics, logic has always lagged behind intuition. This makes the subject feel especially human and approachable, and its geniuses more like the rest of us.

T]he details of a culture should not be reduced down to straightforward patterns or sequences because the details—the intricacies of human lives—are the point. Often we seek to understand people in their own right, and on their own terms rather than from an external perspective.

Awkward approximations, dull stammerings which cannot convey my sense of exhilaration as I seem to burst impediments, to exceed bounds of the possible, to experience, in the ruins of the human, the birth of something utterly new.

But surely, to ascribe certain events, clearly the outcome of deliberate human acts, to the Fates or the gods does the immortals a disservice as well—indeed, it approaches impiety. It is certainly not 'truth' in any meaningful sense. I might as well simply make it all up, as if I were writing a novel about imaginary people, set in some invented land!

There is nothing so unsure as the plans we make that rely on the sensible behavior of another human being.

The human mind is both genius and pathetic, brilliant and idiotic.

El esfuerzo por comprender el universo es una de las pocas cosas que eleva la vida humana por sobre el nivel de la farsa y le imprime algo de la elevación de la tragedia.

If we seek solace in the prisons of the distant past Security in human systems we're told will always always last Emotions are the sail and blind faith is the mast Without the breath of real freedom we're getting nowhere fast." ( History Will Teach Us Nothing )

If you any respect for me, you'll stand by me now, not drive me away." "Respect you?" Taziel laughed bitterly. "Daniel, I love you." "Don't say that!" Daniel turned away, leaned on the windowsill. "You hardly know me. Don't bind me with words!" "You are human," Taziel said coldly. "Only that. Why the hell should I tell a mere human I love it, unless I mean what I say?

She was undeniably Ari, female, human, her bare arms pimpled with cold, who shivered in the breeze of a late spring night, who existed solely within the flesh that contained her spirit.

By understanding the soulscape, it might be possible to understand human motivation.

Beneath the awesome lament of the cities was an undersong of human terror.

He had seen this strange and guarded smile on Jadrin's face before. It spoke of power, the kind of which Ashalan had only a cursory grasp. It made him feel he was sitting next to a totatl stranger, and someone not entirely human. It made him afraid.

Someone had once said to him that belief itself was a sickness, a dead end for the questing intelligence of the human mind. It seemed he'd infected himself with a debilitating dose.

But you are human, and just like the rest of us you have the potential to be both a devil and an angel. There's no such thing as an evil race, just a human race. --Cressida