Humans Quotes - Page 7

Your own shortcomings are the best ground to grow your sense of humor.

Eccentricity of a creative mind may not be pleasing for the people around it, but it is important for the progress.

One absolutely sure way to be fearless is to speak the truth at all time about everything.

Your right actions might hurt someone, so if required apologize for your right actions, but don't stop taking right actions.

He had never been a religious person. Even as a child he had found the notion of an omnipotent creator who punished his crations inconsistently for minor infractions of a vaguely defined moral code to be unthinkable to anyone with an ounce of sense.

If you wish to be a great family-man learn philosophy of people, if you wish to be a great businessman learn philosophy of finance.

I am not stopping till my enemies become my friends.

These humans—they are cruel monsters. Liars. Deceitful. For the first time, I want to hurt them the way they hurt me. This is so unfair. My body feels numb, my energy spent, my mind deceived and angry.

What are humans? They are unserious creatures in this serious universe! And because they are unserious, they appear and disappear quickly!

Most humans she knew were badly damaged individuals.

When all help is stopped, when your loved ones started doubting your competence, when failure seems almost confirmed, but no matter what, if you make one more attempt, that final step will fetch you the victory.

System fails when people with ability don't have authority and people with authority don't have ability.

The human race has come such a long way in such a short time and every day I wake I feel blessed that I am free of disease and horrendous working conditions. Long may it continue.

Be natural at heart and new in mind.

We all start out the same in our mothers' wombs. We, all of us, when floating in the amniotic sea of our earliest oblivion, have gonads. If the Y chromosome didn't swoop in to act on the gonads of some of us and make testes, we would all become women. In biology, the Genesis story is reversed: Adam becomes Adam out of Eve, not the other way around.

Irrationality is the exclusive preserve of humans as among all creatures only we have the power to rationalise, that being the art of packaging patently irrational as apparently rational.

Humans, as a rule, don't like mad people unless they are good at painting, and only then once they are dead. But the definition of mad, on Earth, seems to be very unclear and inconsistent. What is perfectly sane in one era turns out to be insane in another. The earliest humans walked around naked with no problem. Certain humans, in humid rainforests mainly, still do so. So, we must conclude that madness is sometimes a question of time, and sometimes of postcode. Basically, the key rule is, if you want to appear sane on Earth you have to be in the right place, wearing the right clothes, saying the right things, and only stepping on the right kind of grass.

If you fill the atmosphere with toxins, then you really cannot be surprised if the solar radiation transmission through it becomes toxic to humans.

Humans need fantasy to be human.

Truthfully, there're only a handful of people in this world who really get joy from seeing you happy. Most won't care if you’re happy, only if you're miserable like they are. They eat that shit up.

I take my actions because of my passion not because of compulsion.

The fastest and easiest way to accomplish any task is to do it with minimum breaks and pauses.

How you think and create your inner world that you gonna become in your outer world. Your inner believe manifest you in the outside

In another thirty to fifty years, the demand for cheap labor will have produced even more machines over the employment of actual humans. And in that time frame, humans will have lost their voice, their power, all freedoms, and all worth. It is inevitable that machines will one day become the ultimate enemies of mankind. We are not evolving or progressing with our technology, only regressing. Technology is our friend today, but will be our enemy in the future.

Man is an extremely complex creature: he usually acts in an unselfish manner for selfish reasons.

One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about humans was their habit of continually stating and repeating the very very obvious.

With true love you can win one person, with true passion you can win the world.

humans without humanity, a war-torn world for eternity

Sometimes a hero is unbelievably good for so many but terribly bad for someone else.

The only measurement I understand is perfection.

If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.

People become followers of the God because of his fear, but they become a fan of a hero because of his work.

Your shyness alone will bring you more emotional and material losses than all of your other negative attributes.

Humans want answers, answers that compute; this does not compute Will Robinson! This was dialogue between a young boy and a robot from a TV series in the late 1960s. This TV series was a precursor for the new technology humans were about to be introduced to in the late twentieth century.

Consistency is good, but progress is better.

Everyone wants to rule the world . . . Really, absolutely everyone. That's what it's all about, isn't it? That's what it's always about in the end. And every species believes it's number one. Every individual is firmly convinced that he or she alone has the right to ascend to the throne and issue orders to get rid of others. And in reality everyone is fooling themselves, because up there on the throne it's lonely and cold.

What is with these guys? Where's the thrill in watching snakes eat?I certainly didn't thrill in watching humans eat.

So, wonder! I also wonder about you," said Cadfael mildly. "Do you know any human creatures who are not strangers, one to another?

The vastest things are those we may not learn.We are not taught to die, nor to be born,Nor how to burnWith love.How pitiful is our enforced returnTo those small things we are the masters of.

Human bodies are such garbage bags.

Wherever one encounters members of the human race, they always show the traits of a being that is condemned to surrealistic effort. Whoever goes in search of humans will find acrobats.

Through love, tribes have been intermixing colors to reveal a new rainbow world. And as more time passes, this racial and cultural blending will make it harder for humans to side with one race, nation or religion over another.

We are star stuff harvesting sunlight.

People won't respect you until you achieve the respectable goals.

We have yet to establish a permanent Mars colony for this reason: Trying to colonize Mars with humans is a known suicide mission that no one is talking about.

I sometimes think that animals are incapable of the kinds of cruelty that humans willingly inflict on each other.

Much of human behavior can be explained by watching the wild beasts around us. They are constantly teaching us things about ourselves and the way of the universe, but most people are too blind to watch and listen.

Killing a cruelty is not a cruelty.

My emotions still held a stubborn hope that humans could be loyal, that they could hold out against the promise of an easy life. But I knew better.

Any work is always improvable, you cannot really finish the work, you can only abandon it out of tiredness or incompetence.

There's this special talent that humans have that they can be unhappy no matter where they are. But humans have another special talent: We can be happy almost anywhere, too. We can be happy because we're not alone.

If you are the hero of your family, there is very good chance that one day you will be the hero of the world.

I have always swung back and forth between alienation and relatedness. As a child, I would run away from the beatings, from the obscene words, and always knew that if I could run far enough, then any leaf, any insect, any bird, any breeze could bring me to my true home. I knew I did not belong among people. Whatever they hated about me was a human thing; the nonhuman world has always loved me. I can't remember when it was otherwise. But I have been emotionally crippled by this. There is nothing romantic about being young and angry, or even about turning that anger into art. I go through the motions of living in society, but never feel a part of it. When my family threw me away, every human on earth did likewise.

We want to get there faster. Get where? Wherever we are not. But a human soul can only go as fast as a man can walk, they used to say. In that case, where are all the souls? Left behind. They wander here and there, slowly, dim lights flickering in the marshes at night, looking for us. But they're not nearly fast enough, not for us, we're way ahead of them, they'll never catch up. That's why we can go so fast: our souls don't weigh us down.

Humans get used to even if they are in the hell.

Humans would become very sick without natural radio frequency (RF) exposures.

If you cannot stop yourself from getting angry, then at least get angry about things that matters.

Thank you for not growing to hate humans.

Improvement is not enough, you also need innovation.

The massive spread of corporate controlled humans across the face of the Earth would be regarded as a parasitic growth by nature.