Quotes About People

I wonder if any night on earth will be like this one. It is like a night in a dream. The people about me are like some uncanny, half-human beings. There must be spirits abroad tonight.

He was always surprised more people didn't break under the assault of hours of self-aggrandizing orations delivered in pompous monotones.

Proceed cautiously with people who can no longer be bowled over by wonder.

He was a stranger here too; he noticed his accent had softened and his expectations of people had hardened.

Crazy people who are judged to be harmless are allowed an enormous amount of freedom ordinary people are denied

When I first came to the city, a line of people often helped me discover an exciting premiere or a big sale; in 1931, such queues more often ended at soup kitchens or collapsing banks.

But people have come to make a hobby of detesting the birds, I think, because they've come to see that pigeons are much like people: dirty and murmuring, greedy and abundant, flocking in a corpus of such shit and weight that one fears they may permanently deface or crush whatever they congregate on.

The writer's special talent is to empathize with people and imagine their lives. We know them as we write them.

I was late to understand that chaos and intensity are no subsitute for lasting love, nor are they necessarily an improvement on real life. Normal people are not always boring. On the contrary. Volatility and passion, although often more romantic and enticing, are not intrinsically preferable to a steadiness of experience and feeling about another person.

I realised, of course, that other people used these roads; but that night, it seemed to me these dark byways of the country existed just for the likes of us, while the big glittering motorways with their huge signs and super cafes were for everyone else.

One thing I have witnessed is that public life can change people unrecognizably in a few short years.

Harry has a lot of ideas about changes to this and that, but really, no one in the village wants upheaval, even if it might benefit them. People here want to be left alone to lead their quiet little lives. They don't want to be bothered with this issue and that issue.

I hate Capaldi because deep down I suspect he may be right. That people have been living with one another all this time, centuries, loving and hating each other, and all on a mistaken premise. A kind of superstition we kept going while we didn't know better.

This is why I find it so hard to be civil around people like Capaldi. When they do what they do, say what they say, it feels like they're taking from me what I hold most precious in this life.

Up to a point, no doubt, there is some truth in what he says: in a country such as ours, people may indeed have a certain duty to think about great affairs and form their opinions.

Mr. Glass kept complaining about having to drive up to the hotel with that bag on top of the car, but the people didn't even glance at us. My father says Los Angeles is full of lunatics, so I guess they thought we were normal.

It was long past lunch time, but there were people at nearly every table, more milling around with trays. I stayed back just inside the door and scanned the sea of faces. Beside me, Simon murmured. One, two, three-- There, I grunted and strode toward Chloe's table. Damn, he said as he jogged to keep up. Three seconds. That's a record. I scowled at him. What? he said. It's cute. My scowl deepened. So cute, he said, grinning. Incredibly, adorably cute.

Then she asked if they let girls on the boxing team and I said Mr. Barnes tried to get you on it, but you weren't interested. Then--get this--she starts asking if you've got a hate-on for certain people." Sam looked worried, almost alarmed, but when she saw me watching, she tried to hide it and said, "So what'd you tell her?" "That you're an equal opportunity hater.

You said there's a road?" "I did. That part I'm sure of. And where there's a road, there are people. In theory." The grin burst through. "In theory.

You said there's a road?" "I did. That part I'm sure of. And where there's a road, there are people. In theory." The grin burst through. "In theory." He threw an arm around me, a half-embrace, whispering, "Good work," and I started to shake a little. It was over. Our ordeal was almost over. Except it wasn't. Our real problems--being subjects in a supernatural experiment--had only begun.

I don't believe the parts about demons and all that, but I can see maybe having some power to sense bad vibes in people. I mean, it's not like she's saying I'm a vampire or a werewolf. That would be crazy. This is just a little weird." Not, it wasn't like she'd said he was a werewolf. It wasn't like she'd said he could change into an animal. That would be crazy. I shut my mouth and carried on in silence.

And so evil flourishes and spreads because decent people don't want to make a fuss.

there are no saints in politics, but imperfect people can make the world a better place.

The power of a king was not absolute, after all: it could be restrained by the will of the people.