Quotes About People

Some people's affability is more deadly than the violence of coarser souls.

at this hour of the morning, and knock sleepy people up out of their beds, I presume that it is

En nuestro pasado reside nuestro futuro. Nuestras decisiones y nuestros actos condicionan ese futuro y nos traen alegría o la desgracia, Hagan lo que hagan, esfuércense por conseguir sus metas. Tal vez nunca logren su objetivo, incluso puede que este sea un espejismo, pero a lo largo del camino encontrarán gente que se convertirá en piezas importantes de sus vidas y crearán recuerdos que les ayudarán a seguir adelante en los tiempos difíciles. (Tory)

You know, Dar, there's no problem so big that an adequate supply of explosives can't cure it. There was that. But people tended to protest being blown up. Bunch of krikken weirdos. He

great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people. And life's too short to worry about what other people do or don't do. Tend your own backyard, not theirs, because yours is the one you have to live in.

Maybe that was the point of life. Not to get the things you wanted that you thought would make you happy. But to find the things you truly needed, those most wonderful people that you just couldn't live without

He said the proclivities for indulging in gossip stems from the same impulse as the reading of novels, only gossip touches on real people. Therein lies the harm.

He never pronounced judgment on current events and people, despite some of my hints; and I forbore asking directly, lest I inadvertently say something about someone in his family--or worse, him.

People change, Honor. And sometimes they don't. Sometimes, they make poor choices and big mistakes. Good people sometimes do bad things.

Upstairs Margaret said abruptly, 'I suppose it starts to happen first in the suburbs,' and when Brad said, 'What starts to happen?' she said hysterically, 'People starting to come apart.

It was as though the people needed the ugliness of the village, and fed on it. The houses and the stores seemed to have been set up in contemptuous haste to provide shelter for the drab and the unpleasant.

In my own experience, contacts with the big world outside the typewriter are puzzling and terrifying; I don't think I like reality very much. Principally, I don't understand people outside; people in books are sensible and reasonable, but outside there is no predicting what they will do.

Imagine, always pretending to run a world. Always imitating the sort of people they think they might be if the world were the sort of world it isn't. Pretending to be words like 'normal' and 'wholesome' and 'honest' and 'decent' and 'self-respecting' and all the rest, when even the words aren't real. Imagine, being people.

the evil is the house itself, I think. It has enchained and destroyed its people and their lives, it is a place of contained ill will.

The weather falls more gently on some places than on others, the world looks down more paternally on some people. Some spots are proverbially warm, and keep, through falling snow, their untarnished reputations as summer resorts; some people are automatically above suspicion.

it's quite a hazard, quite a hazard indeed, people knocking you down. Still, it's a genuine pleasure to find one as willing as you to make up for it. Sometimes the people who knock you down never turn once to look.

The four of them stood, for the first time, in the wide, dark entrance hall of Hill House. Around them the house steadied and located them, above them the hills slept watchfully, small eddies of air and sound and movement stirred and waited and whispered, and the center of consciousness was somehow the small space where they stood, four separated people, and looked trustingly at one another.

Fear makes strangers of people who would be friends.

You'll ask: how can people understand one another without talking? Well that shows that you really know psychology. But not people!

P.S. An editorial board is not a piece of wood. It's a group of people that gets together to put out a newspaper.

but what grieved him most was his inability to love these people as Christ had loved them.

I could see the solace she discovered. Here she could sing and dance and shout for glory among people who didn't care which pew she sat in, whose people she belonged to, and whether she was baking a roast for the church homecoming. They were people who yearned for one thing, and one thing only: a pure relationship with that part of the Trinity so often neglected in organized worship. The Holy Spirit. Slouching

You must understand something, Mr Thompson. What I do has nothing to do with the money or the bricks and steel that make a building. It's the people who matter. I'm able to give them a comfortable place to work or to live, a place where they can raise families and have decent lives. That's what was important to my father, and it became important to me.

There were some people you hated on sight, just as there were others you liked on sight.