Quotes About Human nature

Crime, the taste for which the human animal acquired in his mother's belly, is originally natural. Virtue, on the contrary, is artificial, supernatural, since in all times and nations, gods and prophets were necessary to teach it to animalized man, and since man alone would have been powerless to discover it. Evil is done without effort, naturally, by fatality.

Nos peches sont tetus, nos repentirs sont laches; Nous nous faisons payer grassement nos aveux, Et nous rentrons gaiement dans le chemin bourbeux, Croyant par de vils pleurs laver toutes nos taches. (33)

Of course it's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.

people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt. That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta. No matter. My brain shuts off. I listen. I respond. And they are too dumb to know that I am not there.

It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took.

New affairs were exciting but they were also hard work. The first kiss, the first fuck had some drama. People were interesting at first. Then later, slowly but surely, all the flaws and madness would manifest themselves. I would become less and less to them; they would mean less and less to me.

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day

It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took. On

Nietzsche who was also all too human.

People were interesting at first. Then later, slowly but surely, all the flaws and madness would manifest themselves. I would become less and less to them; they would mean less and less to me.

L'amore è una forma di pregiudizio. Si ama quello di cui si ha bisogno, quello che ci fa star bene, quello che ci fa comodo. Come fai a dire che ami una persona, quando al mondo ci sono migliaia di persone che potresti amare di più, se solo le incontrassi? Il fatto è che non le incontri.

La humanidad tiene múltiples debilidades, pero dos de las más importantes son: la incapacidad de llegar a tiempo y la ineptitud a la hora de cumplir promesas.

Joe wasn't coming. It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took.

Man with all his noble qualities, with sympathy which feels for the most debased, with benevolence which extends not only to other men but to the humblest living creature, with his god-like intellect which has penetrated into the movements and constitution of the solar system—with all these exalted powers—Man still bears in his bodily frame the indelible stamp of his lowly origin.

The moral sense perhaps affords the best and highest distinction between man and the lower animals

Nevertheless many a civilized man, or even boy, who never before risked his life for another, but full of courage and sympathy, has disregarded the instinct of self-preservation, and plunged at once into a torrent to save a drowning man, though a stranger. Such actions as the above appear to be the simple result of the greater strength of the social or maternal instincts rather than that of any other instinct or motive.

The horror is other people. The things they think up to do to you.

But God in his infinite wisdome had apparently thought it was an entertaining idea for us to always be wanting to get up in one another.

This points us to an undeniable theological truth we learn from Genesis 4: humans are murderers, not because we commit murder, but because we are murderers at heart.

You can collar criminals until the cows come home, and there'll still be a never-ending supply of greedy fuckwits and chancers.

As man sows, so shall he reap. In works of fiction, such men are sometimes converted. More often, in real life, they do not change their natures until they are converted into dust.

No person is just one thing. People can be filled with light and affection and also be tortured and conniving and dishonest. Happiness can coincide with great pain. One can lead while also following, the same way one can follow while also leading