Quotes About People

I was motivated to write about violence because I believe it's not unusual. I see it as just a part of life, and I think we get in trouble when we separate people who've experienced it from those who haven't.

People do not wish to appear foolish; to avoid the appearance of foolishness, they are willing to remain actually fools.

Surely the earth can be saved by all the people who insist on love.

I don't know. I imagine good teaching as a circle of earnest people sitting down to ask each other meaningful questions. I don't see it as a handing down of answers...

the earth on which we live is the body of God. All people and living things are the body and soul of God. And...we serve God not by making the earth and its people suffer but by making the earth and its people whole.

I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ask. And that in wondering bout the big things and asking bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, he say, the more I love. And people start to love you back, I bet, I say.

I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ask. And that in wondering bout the big things and asking bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, he say, the more I love. And people start to love you back, I bet, I say. They do, he say, surprise.

The experience I had last night is the only kind she's interested in. [...] being with the people of the world in a certain way, he elaborated, noting her look. A way that erases all boundaries and bullshit.

I believe people exist to be enjoyed.

Authors Note: This is a sketchbook, a collection of my impressions of Iran and its people. For the most part, I have painted situations as they occurred, present voices as precisely as possible. At times, I have made collages of stories and faces, as often to protect the identities of people as to lend artistry to a scene. As is the case with many portraits, their truth is not in their detail, but their spirit.

Perspective is a tool used far too infrequently. If people had the courage to alternate their lens every now and then, the world would be a far more beautiful place.

Beneath their wary smiles, the people were warm and friendly. They had known sorrow and loss, but their spirit survived.

Violence is fomented by the imposition of singular and belligerent identities on gullible people, championed by proficient artisans of terror. The

Humanity , n. The human race, collectively, exclusive of the anthropoid poets.

Hitler, Pol Pot. Funny, isn't it? How it only seems to be evil people who think they can change the world? I wonder why that is.' And Kai had responded, 'Because they're mad.' She had dug a sharp elbow into his ribs. Then she shook her head. 'But they do, don't they? They do change the world.

I won't. But … pamphlets?' 'Absolutely.' 'Etchings?' 'The language of the heart.' 'Do you really think people are that stupid?' 'Darling.' She leaned closer, and kissed him gently, and touched him lightly on the tip of his nose with her fingertip. 'People are far more stupid than that.

I bloody hate people," she muttered, snatching another loaf from Safrit's hand. It was hardly the good thing to say but for once Brand couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Don't worry." He dragged his blanket over one shoulder and turned his back on her. "They feel much the same about you.

Help with strange problems comes from strange people.

Votes? Elections? The voice of the common man? I hope you aired the suitable level of contempt. Power for the people? They don't want it. They don't understand it. What the hell would they do with it if they had it? The people are like children. They are children. They need someone to tell them what to do.

People love the idea of freedom but, in my experience, there is only so much they can be trusted with. You saw what Judge did with it. Take it far enough, freedom becomes chaos. The voice of the people… is just noise. It is the blather of the lunatics in the madhouse. It is the squeal of the pigs in the slaughterhouse. It is a choir of morons. Most of them don't even know what they want, let alone how to get it. They need someone to tell them what to do.

Better to rob the righteous,' muttered Shev as she slipped the oars silently through the rowlocks. 'Evil people tend to be suspicious and vengeful.' Javre

Clover strolled past, shaking his head. What a waste. Waste of people, waste of things, waste of effort. But that was war for you. Nothing he hadn't seen a dozen times before. If the Great Wolf wanted to decorate his new land with corpses and have creaking ropes for music, then who was he to complain?

But that was civilization, so far as Logen could tell. People with nothing better to do, dreaming up ways to make easy things difficult.

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