Quotes About Human

He's one of those dangerous people that we call sociopaths. He fakes being human, because he lacks all the emotions you and I feel. He cares only about himself, and if he felt he could get away with it, he would commit any atrocity you can imagine, without remorse.

surely every human being on the planet had the same potential to be telepathic.

Maybe he had endured tragedies and pain, numerous injustices and insults. She didn't give a damn. Join the club; that was the human condition. What mattered wasn't what they did to you, but whether you rose above the level of the users and tormentors—or whether you became one of them and did so with dark glee.

why. Now she arrives at the realization that the why of evil is not to be found anywhere in the flaws of society or its institutions, nor can it be pinned down by even the most erudite and loquacious philosopher. The why of evil is in the human soul, which can't be examined with a CT scan or MRI to locate a dark mass, or dissected in an autopsy to learn in what artery the calcification proved mortal.

Is there some meaning to this life? What purpose lies behind the strife? Whence do we come, where are we bound? These cold questions echo and resound Through each day, each lonely night. We long to find the splendid light That will cast a revelatory beam Upon the meaning of the human dream. – The Book of Counted Sorrows

mind, human and inhuman, in a rapture of blood lust and violence, will be an existence more horrific

I have had successes but also failures, because whatever else I might be, I am first and foremost human, and the tendency of our fallen kind is to fall again.

Hearts and minds heal with time, which is a grace of the human condition

Ray Kurzweil, dreamed of the Singularity, the moment when human and machine intelligence would merge

Archaea pass genetic material horizontally, from one species to another. Their mysterious role in the development of life on Earth is only beginning to be understood, and perhaps it is madness to seek to harness them for the purpose of improving the human genome and extending the human life span.

As the universe relentlessly expanded, the stars moved ever farther from Earth, until in a distant time after the end of the human era, maybe the night sky would no longer be richly diamonded, but would offer blackness relieved solely by the moon that reflected the light of the only star that would ever matter, the sun in its

Anyway, the human heart being what it was, those who erased the past would in fact purge only the wisdom and preserve the evils.

possibility of drastically extending the human life span.

To create good fiction, you have to like people enough to want to write about the human condition—but close yourself alone in a room for a large part of your life to get the job done right.

Enigmas of physics, when deciphered, might produce a sublime light, but the answers to mysteries of human behavior seldom resulted in glorious revelations.

It is human nature to know we die and still to disbelieve it; otherwise, we might not carry on.

Only the human monster knew beauty and rejected it, knew truth and disdained it, knew peace and did not prefer it, unlike the tiger and the wolf who knew not.

he knew human lives were free of the chains of fate except in one regard: It was the human destiny to be free.

Wealth had not corrupted him. What he'd chosen to do with his wealth corrupted him. First he insulated himself from ordinary human experience, and then deemed himself superior to the masses, excused himself from all constraints not only of morality but also of tradition, and subsequently felt justified in casting off his conscience as a worthless artifact of primitive and superstitious minds. He had made of himself a malignancy in the human community.

this land where freedom made possible the unlimited use of the human imagination and facilitated technology advanced enough to save the world when the world needed saving

Just to have ordinary, garden-variety human consciousness is unspeakably extraordinary. We are the luckiest of mud. No need to consider further: we'd be perfectly justified to stop right here with tears of wonder and gratitude pouring down our cheeks.

I'm human. The single most overused excuse on the planet for doing the absolute wrong thing.

Is it not first through the voice that one becomes animal?

There's so much goop inside of us, man, he said, and it all just wants to get out.