Quotes About Man

The earth, to man, is an infected planet. The human world wants to hear what is wrong with it. It is satisfied with the diagnosis. It does not want to make effort attempting a basic cure. Man has a stubborn will to circulate poison.

Listen to me, normal one! We see a truth that you no longer see. A truth that says the essence of man is love and faith, courage and tenderness, generosity and sacrifice.

This is truly a sad comedown for a man and a Geiger. Please say you'll talk some sense into him.

In the street, asked a running man the way to the post office. I've always enjoyed asking people in a hurry for information.

There is a certain age at which human nature is desirous of procreation—procreation which must be in beauty and not in deformity; and this procreation is the union of man and woman, and is a divine thing.29

A woman is at her greatest peril in the presence of a beautiful man.

There ain't many troubles that a man caint fix With seven hundred dollars and a thirty ought six.

The man looks outside. The house is totally surrounded by night crawlers.

Children were brought to see him. His legend spread quickly. Wherever he went, it was known that this was a holy man, captured with small houses of souls around his neck.

woman who'd called 911, an elderly black man, a woman who Barry could tell just from looking at her was either a cop or military, and...damn, a little kid. Maybe six years old. He was in the corner, crying, and since nobody was consoling him, he must've been separated from his parents.

He's a man who measures words as if he had only a few given to him by Fate; too generous a syllable from his lips, and he might fall over dead.

The state exists for man,not man for the state.The same may be said ofscience. These are old phrases,coined by people who saw in human individuality the highest human value .I would hesitate to repeat them,were it not for the ever recurring danger that they may be forgotten,especially in these days of organization and stereotypes.

In fact, he was barely a man anymore. He was the devil. And sooner or later the devil destroyed everything in his reach. It was his nature.

A teacher of meditation once told the story of a man who wanted nothing to do with the stress of life, so he retreated to a cave to meditate day and night for the rest of his life. But soon he came out again, driven to overwhelming distress by the sound of the dripping of water in his cave. The moral is that, at least to some extent, the stresses will always be there

And David leaped, and laughed, and loved it all, nor was any of it strange to him. The birds, the treed, the sun, the brook, the scurrying little creatures of the forest of his. But the man- the man did not leap or laughed, though he, too, loved it all. The man was afraid.

Modern nonreligious man assumes a tragic existence and his existential choice is not without its greatness.

Pero hoy la guerra ya no es guerra. Ya no es el hombre quien cuenta, la máquina lo es todo.

A destruction, an annihilation that only man can provoke, only man can prevent.

In the beginning was belief, foolish belief, and faith, empty faith, and illusion, the terrible illusion. ... We believed in God, had faith in man, and lived with the illusion that in each one of us is a sacred spark from the fire of the shekinah, that each one carried in his eyes and in his soul the sign of God. This was the source—if not the cause—of all our misfortune.

Love is this and love is that; man is born to love; he is only alive when he is in the presence of a woman he loves or should love.

The shock of finding a familiar word in an unfamiliar setting.] A SS man would examine us. Whenever he found a weak one, a musulman as we called them, he would write his number down: good for the crematory.

In the beginning there was faith—which is childish; trust—which is vain; and illusion—which is dangerous. We believed in God, trusted in man, and lived with the illusion that every one of us has been entrusted with a sacred spark from the Shekhinah's flame; that every one of us carries in his eyes and in his soul a reflection of God's image. That was the source if not the cause of all our ordeals.

Where is God to be found? In suffering or in rebellion? When is a man most truly a man? When he submits or when he refuses? Where does suffering lead him? To purification or to bestiality?

He explained to me, with great emphasis, that every question possessed a power that was lost in the answer … Man