Living your life working for peace and a better humanity is an awesome task. Even if you are mocked, laughed at and ridiculed for it...there is no better way.
People’s lives can become quite difficult when they don’t understand that the spirit that lives in them...lives in all of us. Humanity...we are one☺
There you go again, declaring the exact inverse of your experience. You human pups are so full of the things you're sure of. Sit down and listen for a change.
Just as no monkey is as good-looking as the ugliest of humans, no academic is worthier than the worst of the creators
We all have special gifts, talents that can help brighten humanity each day ✌️
The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it's been broken into a million pieces.
You think you're superior to the others, don't you? We'll you're not. In fact you're worse for mistaking basic human decency for moral superiority.
Perhaps once one realised how deeply one could bond with a creature as foreign as a dragon, all forms of human love seemed more acceptable.
If she had learned anything in the past weeks it was that there was enough to be ashamed of in the course of a messy human life without being ashamed of loving someone.
Those who make objectivity a religion are liars. they are scared of human pain. They dont want to be objective, it's a lie: they want to be objects, so as not to suffer.
Are we safe from human exposure? I don't want the owners to find a busted-up angel and a buzzed vampire lurking in their shed and freak out.
Sometimes you just have to jump in a mud puddle because it's there. Never get so old that you forget about having fun.
You always need to work hard. You always need to be willing to work hard. Not everything will be hard, but you should, at the very least, be willing to work hard.
I feel that the essence of dance is the expression of man--the landscape of his soul. I hope that every dance I do reveals something of myself or some wonderful thing a human can be.
If I don't understand you, I may be angry at you, all the time. We are not capable of understanding each other, and that is the main source of human suffering.
Poverty does not belong in civilized human society. Its proper place is in a museum. That's where it will be.
A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)
I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.
It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.
Stories--individual stories, family stories, national stories--are what stitch together the disparate elements of human existence into a coherent whole. We are story animals.
I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.
