Quotes About Human

That's why I liked him, I think. Another guy pretending to be human, just like me.

She had searched for just the right guy; sensitive and gentle and willing to wait. Quite a long search, of course. She was looking for some imaginary man who cared more about having someone to talk to and see movies with than he needed to have sex, because she was just Not Ready for That. Did I say imaginary? Well yes. Human men are not like that.

Life teaches us that human thought almost never walks hand in hand with logic, and it is usually counterproductive to raise the point.

Ah, well," I stammered, overcome by the absolute shocking effrontery and absurdity of it—were all human women crazy?

This was all foreign turf to me, ideas that were in the syllabus for Advanced Marriage, a postgraduate course in the area of human studies, and I knew almost nothing about it. But

I know very well that we all feel sexual urges, to one degree or another, even those of us in the Dark Brotherhood. It may be the most basic and pervasive piece of the human clock; we all tick toward sex. But the hands move at different speeds for all of us, and the thing that sets off the chimes is almost always unique. Even so, this was well outside the range even of my understanding. I could not remember seeing something quite this uniquely lustful.

However, there is one almost overwhelmingly common human experience I feel powerfully, and that is temptation.

Yes, I have a great deal of faith, Reverend—in human greed and stupidity, and in the sweetness of sharp steel on a moonlit night.

There have been hermaphrodites around forever, Cal. Forever. Plato said that the original human being was a hermaphrodite. Did you know that? The original person was two halves, one male, one female. Then these got separated. That's why everybody's always searching for their other half. Except for us. We've got both halves already.

Now I'm just like everybody else, and it's so funny, the way monogamy is funny, the way someone falling down in the street is funny. I entered a revolving door and emerged as a human being. When you think of me is my face electronically blurred?

It's weird how when you don't hang out with someone for a while and then you do again, you miss them. It's like you forget to miss them until they show up to remind you.

Human nature is an odd thing, is it not?" he asked softly. "Always tempting man to his demise.

She dreamed a thousand dreams of those sunlit regions and was consumed with longing for this other and richer self, forgetting—what is so easily forgotten—that even the fairest dreams and the deepest longings do not add an inch to the stature of the human soul.

the rarest of all human qualities is consistency.

I]n principle and in practice, in a right track and in a wrong one, the rarest of all human qualities is consistency.

Those which can be experienced in the present life, can of course, be no others than such as human nature in the course of the present life is susceptible of: and from each of these sources may flow all the pleasures or pains of which, in the course of the present life, human nature is susceptible.

J?dom?, ka tas visp?r ir dabas likums. Katram cilv?kam ir tas, ko vi?š negrib, toties citiem ir tas, p?c k? vi?š ilgojas.

We travelled from Oberau with a tourist agent, and he told us all his troubles.  It seems that a tourist agent is an ordinary human man, and has feelings just like we have.  This had never occurred to me before.  I told him so.

Heavenly melody, in our then state of mind, would only have still further harrowed us.  A soul-moving harmony, correctly performed, we should have taken as a spirit-warning, and have given up all hope.  But about the strains of "He's got 'em on," jerked spasmodically, and with involuntary variations, out of a wheezy accordion, there was something singularly human and reassuring.

We did not know what had happened at first, because the sail shut out the view, but from the nature of the language that rose up upon the evening air, we gathered that we had come into the neighbourhood of human beings, and that they were vexed and discontented.

It was an amazing revelation in the subtleties of human psychology. The illusion of success becomes its own reality.

Disagreement is not necessarily a reason to head for Splitsville. In fact, a relationship without disagreement is probably too brittle to last. Some of the best human bonds are forged in the fire of disagreement.

Letter from Mr. B: Why does a back scratch feel better coming from somebody else than if you do it yourself?

But feelings, they don't care about telling. They just go right on, piling on top of one another like a big sandwich.