Best 6441 quotes in «humanity quotes» category

A handshake and a smile; lost in history, rarely remembered.

A hard heart won't give you an easy life

Ah! Music is the most beautiful and universal language of humanity because it can touch and arouse every emotion in the soul.

A human being who trades away individuality for conformity is nothing but a slave.

Kepler’s discovery would not have been possible without the doctrine of conics. Now contemporaries of Kepler—such penetrating minds as Descartes and Pascal—were abandoning the study of geometry ... because they said it was so UTTERLY USELESS. There was the future of the human race almost trembling in the balance; for had not the geometry of conic sections already been worked out in large measure, and had their opinion that only sciences apparently useful ought to be pursued, the nineteenth century would have had none of those characters which distinguish it from the ancien régime.

A human being in this aged nation of ours is a very wonderful whole, the slow creation of long interchanging influences; and charm is a result of two such wholes, the one loving and the one loved.

A human being can only take so much when their basic rights as a citizen of the earth are being denied to them – or sold at a high cost.

A human being is a human being.

A human's best training is with his shadow. You have to fight with your shadow.

A human being too, is many things. Whatever makes up the air,the earth, the herbs, the stones is also part of our bodies. We must learn to be different, to feel and taste the manifold things that are us.

A jealous lover of human liberty, and deeming it the absolute condition of all that we admire and respect in humanity, I reverse the phrase of Voltaire, and say that, if God really existed, it would be necessary to abolish him.

A kind of Providence keeps us blind to the intensity of suffering so as to keep us sane, until that day when the suffering is our own or that of someone we love beyond imagining.

Alas! in the clothes of the greatest potentate, what is there but a man?

Al contrario di quello che credeva Dante - e molte religioni - nel settimo cerchio non ci sono i suicidi. Dio ha capito che quelli già ne avevano passate abbastanza. Ci è arrivato da solo.

A lack of empathy is the greatest crime of all.

A leader has a great duty. You have to perform beyond the expectation of the people.

A leader who thinks so little of people should not lead people. It's as simple as that. - Strong by Kailin Gow

Algernon is so smart he has to solve a problem with a lock that changes every time he goes in to eat so he has to lern something new to get his food. That made me sad because if he coulnt lern he wouldnt be able to eat and he would be hungry.

A life dedicated to family, friends, community, and whole humanity is a life well spent.

Alfred T. Slipper was a janitor. Most of the time (often, in fact) they treated him with disdain. They had no idea of the astonishing acts of heroism, the blinding light, contained within his outward humdrum disguise. Only Alfred's parakeet, Dolores, knew who he was and what he could do.

A library is more precious than a bank.

All conflicts in the world are the product of humanity's innate self-centered activity.

Alle Dinge müssen, der Mensch allein ist das Wesen, welches will.

All I am saying is that you should begin to see greatness as something you cannot do without. Begin to see greatness as something that you cannot afford not to have.

All I’m trying to say is, be kind to yourself. This one life is all we’ve got, and we all make mistakes along the way. Do things we oughtn’t, fail to do those we should. See those moments for what they were. Learn from them what you can. And then stand up a little taller and keep marching forward. In the end it’s how we keep going that matters. The world won’t remember our falls unless we never pick ourselves up.

All mankind shall the same final fate, death.

All men have been given time, but only a few men know its value.

All motivation derives from the primary fact of mortality. Take mortality away and motivation loses its...motivation.

All men are brothers.

All men lead their lives behind a wall of misunderstanding they have themselves built and most men die in silence and unnoticed behind the walls. Now and then a man, cut off from his fellows by the peculiarities of his nature, becomes absorbed in doing something that is personal, useful and beautiful. Word of his activities is carried over the walls.

All monotheisms should return to their respective times with our thanks for everything. This is no longer their time. If they stay, they will suffer and make us suffer. If they really love humanity, they should step aside and let humanity outgrow them. This is the time when humanity needs to learn about thinking and acting collectively for his collective, or else no monotheism-presented God can ever save him.

All of us have failed. One wishes to be punished. One is willing to assume all kinds of penance, but do you know, my daughter, that in love -- I scarcely dare say it -- but in love our very mistakes don't seem to be able to last long?

All people are born equally, treat nobody any less. We all came to the world through the same channel, backgrounds only make us whatever we are today. Don’t ever discriminate because no one lives forever.” -Shenita Etwaroo

All people must pray for peace.

All roads lead home as home is where the heart is. So Love. Simply Love. For love is home to all of us.

ALL ROADS LEAD TO ROME, BUT A LOT OF PEOPLE STILL THINK THERE IS ONLY ONE WAY TO GET THERE, THEIR OWN WAY, AND IF WE DIDN'T FOLLOW IT, WE WOULD ALL GET LOST.

All that we can't say is all we need to hear.

All such desires are cut short by the statement: the Word became flesh. It is in his sheer humanity that he is the Revealer. True, his own also see his δόξα (v.14b); indeed if it were not to be seen, there would be no grounds for speaking of revelation. But this is the paradox which runs through the whole gospel: the δόξα is not to be seen alongside the σάρξ as through a window; it is to be seen in the σάρξ and nowhere else. If man wishes to see the δόξα, then it is on the σάρξ that he must concentrate his attention, without allowing himself to fall victim to appearances. The revelation is present in a peculiar hiddenness.

All the bloodsheds in human history have been caused by men, not women.

All the calculus, quantum mechanics and languages in the world are worthless pieces of information, if they are not brought to the service of the society.

All the humanity (Not the people!), are incrediable. What makes them incrediable is the way of thinking, the way of solving!

All the great groups that stood about the Cross represent in one way or another the great historical truth of the time; that the world could not save itself. Man could do no more. Rome and Jerusalem and Athens and everything else were going down like a sea turned into a slow cataract. Externally indeed the ancient world was still at its strongest; it is always at that moment that the inmost weakness begins. But in order to understand that weakness we must repeat what has been said more than once; that it was not the weakness of a thing originally weak. It was emphatically the strength of the world that was turned to weakness and the wisdom of the world that was turned to folly. In this story of Good Friday it is the best things in the world that are at their worst. That is what really shows us the world at its worst. It was, for instance, the priests of a true monotheism and the soldiers of an international civilisation. Rome, the legend, founded upon fallen Troy and triumphant over fallen Carthage, had stood for a heroism which was the nearest that any pagan ever came to chivalry. Rome had defended the household gods and the human decencies against the ogres of Africa and the hermaphrodite monstrosities of Greece. But in the lightning flash of this incident, we see great Rome, the imperial republic, going downward under her Lucretian doom. Scepticism has eaten away even the confident sanity of the conquerors of the world. He who is enthroned to say what is justice can only ask: ‘What is truth?’ So in that drama which decided the whole fate of antiquity, one of the central figures is fixed in what seems the reverse of his true role. Rome was almost another name for responsibility. Yet he stands for ever as a sort of rocking statue of the irresponsible. Man could do no more. Even the practical had become the impracticable. Standing between the pillars of his own judgement-seat, a Roman had washed his hands of the world.

Almighty Father, do not destroy mankind. Save us from every calamity.

All things have a value. Sometimes the value is paid in coin. Other times, it is paid in time and sweat. And finally, sometimes it is paid in blood. Humanity seems most eager to use this latter currency. And we never note how much of it we’re spending, unless it happens to be our own.

All those minds that are interested in finding out the truth communicate with each other across the distances of space and time. I, too, was taking part in the effort which humanity makes to know.

Alone, we are great, but together, we are better.

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

All things in the world are created for Man, yet all have two purposes. The waters run that we might drink of them, but they are also symbols of the futility of Man. They reflect our lives in rushing beauty, birthed in the purity of the mountains. As babes they babble and run, gushing and growing as they mature into strong young rivers. Then they widen and slow until at last they meander, like old men, to join with the sea. And like the soles of men in the Nethervoid, they mix and mingle until the sun lifts them again as raindrops to fall upon the mountains.

All you need to get by in this world is the memory of love

Almost all religions are created for the good of humanity, but in this approach, they are ready to completely destroy humanity.