Quotes About People

Conversations with some people remind me of a broken sword. Sharp as hell, but lacking a point.

I believed them. Scud, I believed Cuna was sincere. But could I trust my own assessment? The fact that I'd so grossly misread their expressions reinforced this idea. I was among aliens. They were people, with real love and emotions, but they also—by definition—wouldn't do things the same way humans did.

The baking thing is an actual tradition," Wit added. "I once visited a place where—if you lose a battle—your mother has to bake the other fellow something tasty. I rather liked those people." "Pity you didn't remain with them longer," Dalinar said. "Ha! Well, I didn't think it wise to stay around. After all, they were cannibals.

People are people. Whatever happens, they make communities, struggle for normalcy. Even

My association with you has been convincing people I'm insane for years now.

We may feel in control, but we never truly are unless we understand people. Controlling our environment is no longer about blocking the wind, it's about knowing why the serving lady was crying last night, or why a particular guard always loses at cards. Or why your employer hired you in the first place.

The interesting thing about people is that while they might seem unique, they actually play into broad patterns. Historically, the working class has often been more resistant to change than the class oppressing them.

After living with the enemy," I admitted, "I learned it wasn't so simple. I didn't discover that their cause was just, mind you. Only that most of them weren't evil. They were merely people. Following, by accident, someone who was evil.

Every religion had clues in it, for the faiths of men contained the hopes, loves, wishes, and lives of the people who had believed them.

The God King's superiority was arbitrary, much like Lightsong's divinity— both part of a grand game of make-believe. But he'd found that imaginary things were often the only items of real substance in people's lives.

Every single thing in the city that we touch, see, feel, experience comes as the result of some person's influence.

He was running through mists again. Walls, people, buildings faded. Nothing but dark, swirling mists. But the mists had never been his enemy.

Elend smiled, preparing his next argument. He could keep this discussion going for quite sometime. For, if there was one thing in particular that he had learned by growing up in his father's house it was this: how to annoy people.

That's your name, isn't it? You aren't the man who wrote the logbook. You're not the hero that was sent to protect the people … you're his servant. The packman who hated him." She

What they do not realise - and what you must realise - is that manipulating others is something that all people do. In fact, manipulation is at the core of our social interaction.

That lighta above, the lunks from the sky. I head loudin about it that was you, outsida, eh? "Yeah" The girl turned as if to leave, but then reconsidered and put a hand on lift's arm. "You," the girl said to Lift. "Outsida?" "Yeah." "You listenin'?" "I'm listenin'." "People, they don't listen.

Apparently, some people in the department made the brilliant connection that if you kill all your recruits before you have time to train them, you'll soon run out of recruits." I

Descubrirás que el odio puede unir a la gente más rápida y más fervientemente que la devoción.

People need stories, child. They bring us hope, and that hope is real. If that's the case, then what does it matter whether the people in them actually lived?

Most people, they didn't understand hats, and Wayne didn't really blame them. Until you'd had a good, lucky hat, you wouldn't understand the value of it.

Because people were people, and if there was one thing you could count on, it was that some of them would be weird. Or rather that all of them would be weird when circumstances happened to align with their own individual brand of insanity.

en realidad la mayoría de la gente no es estúpida. Lo que les pasa a muchos es que están frustrados por el poco control que ostentan sobre sus vidas. Se desahogan. A veces de formas muy espectaculares...

A good king is one who is trusted by his people—and one who deserves that trust.

The explosion, it seemed, had shocked the life into people.*