In the long run one gets used to anything.

He taught us that everyone has a good story and the more of others you understand, the better your grasp of human nature, a gift given great weight in my family.

Perception believed is reality achieved

I am only human, although I regret it.

To this day, she’s still sad. Because there’s not some finite amount of pain inside us. Our bodies and minds just keep manufacturing more of it. I’m just saying that I took the pain that...

Holly girl, you are all too human, I can assure you. Prickly and awkward and human, because that’s what witches are – human, that is, not necessarily the prickly and annoying bit. That’s just you.

He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.

Det økologiske siktepunkt forutsetter akseptering av at store fisk spiser små, men ikke nødvendigvis at store menn kverker små.

Cine naiba se crede el ?”. Întrebarea nu i se adresa lui Cézanne în particular, ci speciei umane în general. Cine se credeau oamenii ?

If a person can build a fence around himself, he is bound to do it.

A sensible person is one who has a sensitive nature towards all living creatures and this is his or her best personality features towards the positive outlook in life

Why has government been instituted at all? Because the passions of man will not conform to the dictates of reason and justice without constraint.

No group-living nonhuman primate is monogamous, and adultery has been documented in every human culture studied- including those in which fornicators are routinely stoned to death. In light of all of this bloody retribution, it’s...

… the vintage of history is forever repeating ~ same old vines, same old wines!

When you are inquisitive, Jane, you always make me smile. You open your eyes like an eager bird, and make every now and then a restless movement, as if answers in speech did not flow...

We assume that all statements must be mild inversions of the truth, because it’s too weird to imagine people who aren’t casually lying, pretty much all the time.

Let me tell you a secret, Caitlin. We’re still in the cave. It’s just bigger, and we wear nicer clothes. We make alliances and try to be civil, we save the weak instead of leaving...

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

Here I, for instance, quite naturally want to live, in order to satisfy all my capacities for life, and not simply my capacity for reasoning, that is, not simply one twentieth of my capacity for...

But what about human nature? Can it be changed? And if not, will it endure under Anarchism?Poor human nature, what horrible crimes have been committed in thy name! Every fool, from king to policeman, from...

We can’t whine about nothing. We just got to grow up and stop whining and complaining about stuff, and make plays. I mean we got an offense that goes from No. 1 to not even...

…it’s so heartbreaking and unnecessary how we lose things. From pure carelessness. Fires, wars. The Parthenon, used as a munitions storehouse. I guess that anything we manage to save from history is a miracle.” p28

Human nature is water, not stone.

To believe that man’s aggressiveness or territoriality is in the nature of the beast is to mistake some men for all men, contemporary society for all possible societies, and, by a remarkable transformation, to justify...

Charity is salt in the wound. It is painful. The state gives charity with the bitter hatred of a victim to his blackmailer. The receiver of free money is subjected to harassment, insult, and profound...

Another woman told Constant what it was the crowd felt it had a right to. ‘We have a right to know what’s going on!’ she cried.

We’ve all got our own brand of crazy.

The human soul is heavy, clumsy, held in the mud of the flesh. Its perceptions are still coarse and brutish. It can divine nothing clearly, nothing with certainty.

Most stories are not about peoplebut about life, an addiction like the rest of themthat destroys you even as you love it,but you love it anyway and can never get enough.

It’s hard to know more about a person’s life than what that person wants you to know.

Indeed it is generally the case that men are readier to call rogues clever than simpletons honest, and are ashamed of being the second as they are proud of being the first.

When you’re young you think you know it all, when you’re old you wish you could remember it all.

Life wasn’t too bad. The trouble with Man was, even while he was having a good time, he didn’t appreciate it. Why, thought Milligan, this very moment might be the happiest in me life. The...

Funny how addiction was socially acceptable—even a status symbol—when it made people extroverts rather than introverts

It is a predisposition of human nature to consider an unpleasant idea untrue, and then it is easy to find arguments against it.

Intelligence rarely trumps human nature.

One of the best things about humans is their ability to love.

I was completely astonished by the beauty of nature. Our eyes see just a small fraction of the light in the world. It is a trick to make a colored world, which does not exist...

Barbarism is not the inheritance of our prehistory. It is the companion that dogs our every step.

The reason why many people remain on the bottom is because they play to ‘not lose’, as opposed to playing to win at all costs.

On my way out I didn’t look at the dark guy, the suicide bomber, again. I think I didn’t look at him because I didn’t believe he was a terrorist, but maybe I didn’t look...

I find it odd- the greed of mankind. People only like you for as long as they perceive they can get what they want from you. Or for as long as they perceive you are...

What?

Help someone, you earn a friend. Help someone too much, you make an enemy.

You know, when I was in Paris, seeing Linter for the first time, I was standing at the top of some steps in the courtyard where Linter’s place was, and I looked across it and...

Favourable Chance, I fancy, is the god of all men who follow their own devices instead of obeying a law they believe in. Let even a polished man of these days get into a position...

Suffering, he thought later, could rob a man of his empathy, could turn him selfish, could make him depreciate all other sufferers.

Should a traveler, returning from a far country, bring us an account of men wholly different from any with whom we were ever acquainted, men who were entirely divested of avarice, ambition, or revenge, who...

That time is long gone. But aren’t we still the same people?

The human comedy is always tragic, but since its ingredients are always the same—dupe, fox, straight, like burlesque skits—the repetition through the ages is comedy.