Best 6441 quotes in «humanity quotes» category

Be human. Free your mind

Be humble, be gentle, be kind.

Behold, O Lord, yet art thou nigh unto them that be reserved till the end: and what shall they do that have been before me, or we that be now, or they that shall come after us?

Being happy at others cost...not a sign of humanity.

Being human trespass the conditionings of the laws of the worlds that have been created by the conditioned society — these reflective of a conditioned mind reflect the facets of the self, to discipline and educate indirectly; restrict evolution for pardon, and affliction

Being human in a world with no tolerance for humanity felt like a setup, a game I couldn't win. But instead of understanding that there might be something wrong with the world, I decided there was something wrong with me.

Being homosexual is no more abnormal than being lefthanded.

Being human doesn't make us humans. Humanity is something else only a kind and loving heart can possess

Being human in our world is synonymous with being included into the framework of society. Humanity entitles one to certain rights and privileges, but also implies voluntary acceptance of laws and rules of conduct. It transcends mere biology. It's a choice and therefore belongs solely to the individual. In essence, if a person feels they are human, then they are.

Being judgmental must surely be one of the most joyful activities known to the species and it is cruel that other animals are denied this pleasure.

Be jealous of fellow men, but of those men who are pious - your fellow men who are honest, sincere and loyal with their friends, family and teachings of their Creator. See everyone as equal and wish no harm on anyone - who are we to judge each other when we are being judged by our Creator.

Being totally inclusive is essential for the outcome to possess any true value

Be kind because it is God's characteristic

Be kind. We never know what people are going through. Give grace and mercy because one day your circumstance could change and you may need it.

Be kind to all the people you meet on your journey.

Be kind to humanity, she is very lonely, everyone is busy with themselves.

Belief was uniquely human.

Belief is indeed psychologically important for the human mind of general population, but that belief should be nicely compatible with scientific reasoning, otherwise that belief turns into prejudice, which is never beneficial to the human life.

Bellgrove, eminently lovable, because of his individual weakness, his incompetence, his failure as a man, a scholar, a leader or even as a companion, was neverless utterly alone. For the weak, above all, have their friends. Yet his gentleness, his pretence at authority, his palpable humanity were unable, for some reason or other, to function. He was demonstrably the type of venerable and absent-minded professor about whom all the sharp-beaked boys of the world should swarm.

Be one of a kind and be one with human kind.

Benjy's greatest wish was for a place where the echelon was clear to all, where the powerful cared for the weak and the weak gave their respect without being coerced. He longed for balance, order, right and pleasure.

Be peaceful.

Berdoa di status" cara biar terkesan alim. Tapi sesungguhnya itu hanya pencitraan dan cari perhatian...

BE the light you already are.

Be transparent. Let's build a community that allows hard questions and honest conversations so we can stir up transformation in one another.

Better to laugh at the human play than weep over it.

Beware of crossing your arms in the sterile attitude of the spectator, because life is not a spectacle, because a a sea of sorrows is not a proscenium, because a man who screams is not a dancing bear.

Beware of puny two-legged creatures claiming to be made in the image of God.

Heartland Now that we’ve given our hearts away With the bric-a-brac, we want them back. Now we look for them secondhand, Someone else’s, in the old songs, The slowly unfolding novels We never had time for. Hearts That taught themselves to fly; …overstuffed hearts, still leaking Downy secrets like feathers. We want someone to say, ‘I give you my heart’, meaning, ‘Summer and winter’, meaning ‘All my time in the this world’…

Bird, beast, man and flower, we're all one flesh.

Birds have nests Even the ants too Cows live in a pen Even the hogs do Dogs have their kennels And the roaming fowls, their roost The spider weaves a knot of webs and calls it home Flocks migrate seasonally So they may have a place to call home You see, the home is the nucleus of a society And is a right A God given innate right That need not be taught Fowls, beasts, insects, hedgehogs Rabbits and bears were not schooled Yet, they know the foundation Of building a society, a home People were battered, conquered Their habitats destroyed, stolen and possessed The loot fattened conquerors laughed and were merry “Ha, Ha, Ha, what a loot,” they toot Has this habit been buried and goodbyes read? Or is it camouflaged under a piece of linen? Crowing hellos every morning This habit is rampant and purposefully legalized Operating under a camouflaged linen Conquerors, shouting hypocritical hellos daily Destroying the nucleus of society, the home Bank of America is one such culprit operating Under such names as Specialized Loan Services Taking people’s homes, relegating them To less than dogs and insects How dare this facetious beast Continue its rampage of destruction? Having their helpless cronies do their dirty work? Whilst they appear as shining glory? How dare you? Hasten to make right your wrongs! Or May you find peace in Hell’s bosom May your deficit grow higher than Mount Everest May you be taken over by a conglomerate May your gains be eroded like sand pebbles May you never break even or see a profit May all your spoils be dragged from under your feet

Blood shall drop out of wood, and the stone shall give his voice, and the people shall be troubled:

Books are the carriers of civilization. Without books, history is silent, literature dumb, science crippled, thought and speculation at a standstill. Without books, the development of civilization would have been impossible. They are engines of change (as the poet said), windows on the world and lighthouses erected in the sea of time. They are companions, teachers, magicians, bankers of the treasures of the mind. Books are humanity in print. [Bulletin of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, Vol. 34, No. 2 (Nov. 1980), pp. 16-32]

Books make it possible for every person born into the world to begin where the previous generation left off.

Books, you know, they’re not just commodities. The profit motive often is in conflict with the aims of art. We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art, and very often in our art—the art of words.

[...] both natural selection and the historical record offer powerful reasons for doubting the trustworthiness of our naive moral intuitions. So the possibility that human civilisation might be founded upon some monstrous evil should be taken seriously - even if the possibility seems transparently absurd at the time.

Boundaries, rulers, and names of nations can change, but the Earth is always our home and our source of life. Earth is the only indelible identity we can have. This is why I am suggesting that we expand our identities beyond the limits of nationality and culture to encompass the only identity that is definite and real by identifying ourselves, first and foremost, as Earth Citizens.

Brandon, until this very moment, the world and the people in it have always been dark and incomprehensible to me, and I've tried to clear my way with logic and superior intellect, and you've thrown by own words right back in my face; you've given my words a meaning that I never dreamed of, and you tried to twist them into a cold logical excuse for your ugly murder! Tonight you've made me ashamed of every concept I've ever had, of superior or inferior beings, but I thank you for that shame, because now I know that we're each of us a separate human being, Brandon, with the right to live and work and think as individuals, but with an obligation to the society that we live in. By what right do you dare say that there's a superior few to which you belong? By what right did you dare decide that that boy in there [he's referencing the dead body of "David," lying in a trunk in the middle of the room] was inferior and therefore could be killed? Did you think you were God Brandon? Is that what you thought when you choked the life out of him? Is that what you thought when you served food from his grave! I don't know what you thought or what you are, but I know what you've done—YOU'VE MURDERED! You've strangled the life of a fellow human being who could live and love as you never could... and never will again!

Break up of relation ,sometime don't just breaks connection between two bodies , for someone it can be disconnect with the soul And disconnect with soul, it's called "Death

Bring light to the ignorant, but more light to the educated, for the vanity of education makes modern humans more ignorant than the ignorant.

Breath of life is common to all living beings.

British values sounds like a bargain bin conscience for those who can't afford to spend more energy and time on their humanity.

Brotherly love is the bond of brotherhood.

Telegraph Road A long time ago came a man on a track Walking thirty miles with a pack on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best Made a home in the wilderness He built a cabin and a winter store And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore And the other travellers came riding down the track And they never went further, no, they never went back Then came the churches, then came the schools Then came the lawyers, then came the rules Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads And the dirty old track was the telegraph road Then came the mines - then came the ore Then there was the hard times, then there was a war Telegraph sang a song about the world outside Telegraph road got so deep and so wide Like a rolling river ... And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze People driving home from the factories There's six lanes of traffic Three lanes moving slow ... I used to like to go to work but they shut it down I got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found Yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles They can always fly away from this rain and this cold You can hear them singing out their telegraph code All the way down the telegraph road You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights When life was just a bet on a race between the lights You had your head on my shoulder, you had your hand in my hair Now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care But believe in me baby and I'll take you away From out of this darkness and into the day From these rivers of headlights, these rivers of rain From the anger that lives on the streets with these names 'Cos I've run every red light on memory lane I've seen desperation explode into flames And I don't want to see it again ... From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed All the way down the telegraph road

Bukankah selalu ada ruang di mana manusia harus dimaafkan? Bagaimana pun, membunuh kemanusiaan bukanlah hal yang patut dirayakan dengan pesta.

Building bridges is the best defence against ignorance.

But American group blindness abroad is also rooted in some of our noblest ideals: tolerance, equality, individualism, the power of reason to triumph over irrational hatred, and the conviction that all men are united by their common humanity and love of liberty.

But free will is what it means to be human, and no one can determine the path you take through this universe. Choice is our greatest right, our greatest gift-and our greatest responsibility.

But history does repeat itself; that is the comedy and the crime of history. Men learn nothing. Times change. Scenes change. Names change. But passions are the same.

But here's the most incredible thing about it: the philosopher isn't proposing that as a concept; he's simply articulating what humans believe about themselves. That first they thing and therefore then they exist. What follows on from that is even worse: that since humans live that way, thinking that first they thing and then they exist, they also think that anything that doesn't think, also doesn't fully exist. Trees, the sea, the fish in the sea, the sun, the moon, a hill or a whole mountain range. None of that exists all the way; it exists on a second plane of existence, a lesser existence. Therefore, it deserves to be merchandise or food or background for humans and nothing more.