Quotes About People

You might have been able to fool people the first time, or something, but you really can't make a successful sequel today unless people really, really liked the predecessor.

The TV's the altar. I'm what people are sacrificing to.' 'What do they sacrifice?' asked Shadow. 'Their time, mostly,' said Lucy. 'Sometimes each other.

You meet people who forget you. You forget people you meet. But sometimes you meet those people you can't forget. Those are your 'friends

We met a great many other interesting people, among them Lewis Carroll, author of the immortal Alice--but he was only interesting to look at, for he was the silliest and shyest full-grown man I have ever met except Uncle Remus.

Why will people be so stupid as to suppose themselves the only foreigners among a crowd of ten thousand persons?

After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers; and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but by-and-by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didn't care no more about him; because I don't take no stock in dead people.

When I reflect upon the number of disagreeable people who have gone on to a better world, I am moved to lead a different life.

Wherefore, I beseech you let the dog and the onions and these people of the strange and godless names work out their several salvations from their piteous and wonderful difficulties without help of mine, for indeed their trouble is sufficient as it is, whereas an I tried to help I should but damage their cause the more and yet mayhap not live myself to see the desolation wrought.

Las personas son como la luna. Siempre tienen un lado oscuro que no enseñan a nadie. Mark Twain

One is often surprised at the juvenilities which grown people indulge in at sea, and the interest they take in them, and the consuming enjoyment they get out of them.

Ignorant people think it's the NOISE which fighting cats make that is so aggravating, but it ain't so; it's the sickening grammar they use.

The more I learn about people, the more I like my dog

After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didn't care no more about him, because I don't take no stock in dead people.

This is a strange place, and extraordinary place, and interesting. There is nothing resembling it at home. The people are all insane, the other animals are all insane, the earth is insane, Nature itself is insane.

The two testaments are interesting, each in its own way. The old one gives us a picture of these people's deity as he was before he got religion, the other one gives us a picture of him as he appeared afterward.

There is no way of accounting for people. You have to take them as they are.

Some people reflect light Some deflect it You by some miracle Seem to collect it

I also think it's somewhat of a relief not to hear the true story. I mean you look at the horror . . . and you have to take a deep breath and ask yourself, do I really want to know what happened there? In my experience, most people don't. They usually look away.

So many humans. So many colors.

It's not the place, I think. It's the people. We'd have all been the same anywhere else.

There are so many moments to remember and sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are.... Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

Crowds of questions stream through me like lines of people exiting a soccer ground or a concert. They push and shove and trip. Some make their way around. Some remain in their seats, waiting for their opportunity.

There was the gate next, which she(Liesel)clung to. A gang of tears trudged from her eyes as she held on and refused to go inside. People started to gather on the street, until Rosa Hubermann swore at them, after which they reversed back whence they came. ~A TRANSLATION OF ROSA HUBERMANN'S ANNOUNCEMENT~ 'What are you arseholes looking at?

The only sign of war was a cloud of dust migrating from east to west. It looked through the windows, trying to find a way inside, and as it simultaneously thickened and spread, it turned the trail of humans into apparitions. There were no people on the street anymore. They were rumors carrying bags.