Quotes About Human

History being the record of human action is a richly variegated material, and it is not easy to give a true impression of the stuff by snipping off an inch or two for a pattern.

Just a rat, she repeated to herself. After all, there were rats in the palace. Human and otherwise. Could be worse.

Adalah sudah menjadi sifat manusia untuk menguatkan diri menghadapi hal yang paling buruk.

iki insan hayat?n herhangi bir an?nda bir ?eyi nadiren ayn? anda ister. Bazen insan olman?n en zor yan? budur.

No matter how slick the technology or charming the person on screen, I don't think we'll ever be able to replicate the full extent of the human learning experience online.

One of the bravest, grandest champions of human liberty the world has ever seen. {Darrow on the great Robert Ingersoll }

George Everett Macdonald was] a valiant soldier for human liberty.

This book comes from the reflections and experience of more than forty years spent in court. Aside from the practice of my profession, the topics I have treated are such as have always held my interest and inspired a taste for books that discuss the human machine with its manifestations and the causes of its varied activity.

Reality is the raw material, language is the way I go in search of it - and the way I do not find it. But it is from searching and not finding that what I did not know was born, and which I instantly recognise. Language is my human effort. My destiny is to search and my destiny is to return empty-handed. But - I return with the unsayable. The unsayable can only be given to me through the failure of my language. Only when the construction fails, can I obtain what I could not achieve.

things are very delicate. People tread upon them with too many human feet, with too many sentiments. Only the delicacy of innocence or only the delicacy of the initiate senses its almost nonexistent taste. Before, I needed seasoning for everything, and in that way I skipped over the thing and tasted the taste of the seasoning.

It is instead just the grace of a common person turning suddenly real because he is common and human and recoignizable.

The last time I came down from the enchanted saddle, my human sadness was so great that I swore never to again. The ride, however, continues on in me. I converse, I clean the house, I smile, but I know that the ride is within me.

Nothing is more difficult than surrendering to the instant. That difficulty is human pain. It is ours. I surrender in words and surrender when I paint.

There is a task to be accomplished which might be termed cosmic, and, sadly, individual cases cannot be taken into consideration. For those who succumb and become individuals, there exist institutions, charity, an understanding which does not discriminate between motives: our human live in short.

I was being carried off by the demonic. For the inexpressive is diabolic. A person who isn't committed to hope lives the demonic. A person who has the courage to cast off feelings discovers the ample life of an extremely busy silence, the same that exists in the cockroach, the same in the stars, the same in the self — the demonic precedes the human. And the person who sees that presentness burns as if seeing the God. Prehuman divine life is of a presentness that burns.

Soledad es tener sólo destino humano.

Soledad es tener sólo destino humano. Y soledad es no necesitar. No necesitar deja a un hombre muy solo, totalmente solo.

En definitiva, en esa búsqueda del placer está resumida la vida animal. La vida humana es más compleja: se resume en la busca del placer, en su temor, y sobre todo en la insatisfacción de los intervalos.

El lenguaje es mi esfuerzo humano.

Saber será tal vez el asesinato de mi alma humana.

Animal life boils down to this pursuit of pleasure after all. Human life is more complex: it boils down to the pursuit of pleasure, to fear of it, and above all to the dissatisfaction of the time in between.

Every organized religion created after the dawn of agriculture placed a premium on human destiny. Thus, every religion in the world today, with the exception of those rare outliers among indigenous peoples, was created to answer a question the very asking of which betrays a bias so vast we can scarcely see around it: What is the meaning of human life?

Language is a form of human reason, which has its internal logic of which man knows nothing.

Per Goethe [...] l'innaturale probabilmente non esisteva: la natura goethiana abbraccia e avvolge ogni cosa ed è lei che muove e crea, con elusiva ironia, tutte le forme, pure quelle che sembrano negarla e che agli uomini appaiono "innaturali". (Danubio, p.37)