human-nature

Dear Jesus, please get me out. Christ, please, please, please, Christ. If you only keep me from being killed I'll do anything you say. I believe in you and I'll tell everybody in the world that you are the only thing that matters. Please, please, dear Jesus' The shelling moved further up the line. We went to work on the trench and in the morning the sun came up and the day was hot and muggy and cheerful and quiet. The next night back at Mestre he did not tell the girl he went upstairs with at the Villa Rosa about Jesus. And he never told anybody.

Nothing feeds forgetfulness better than war, Daniel. We all keep quiet and they try to convince us that what we've seen, what we've done, what we've learned about ourselves and about others, is an illusion, a passing nightmare. Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them and they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind.p. 428

[In] everyday life, it is very rare that we are confronted with new facts about events of long ago. Our memories are almost never challenged. They can, instead, be frozen in place, no matter how flawed they are, or become a work in continual artistic revision.

Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.

Rotten people will taste rotten ice cream.

To visualize that which doesn't exist, yet to believe with confidence that it can be realized, is truly something miraculous.

An anti-hero is just a villain you spend a lot of time with.

Sin, blasphemy, heresy _ all these are primitive ideas created by primitive creatures, unworthy of the title __uman_.

A man couldn't do what he did. He's a monster."I laughed. "Ain't no monster. Monsters ain't real 'cept in kids' imaginations, under the beds, in the closets. We live in a world a' men and there ain't no good come out of tellin' them they monsters. Makes 'em think they ain't done nothin' wrong, that it's their nature and they can't do nothin' to change that. Callin' em a monster makes 'em something different from the rest of us, but they ain't. They just men, flesh and bone and blood.

You learn nothing about men by snubbing them and crushing their pride. You must ask them what it is they can do in this world, that they alone can do.

What people think of you is only what they think of themselves. They look at you and see the maladies, the faults they've been carrying within themselves for the longest time. And they identified each flaw they found exactly because of this familiarity and acquaintance with their very own symptoms. How else did they recognize them in you?

The more we humanize the society, the more we will become humans.

Civilized are not those who never make mistakes _ civilized are those who learn from their mistakes instead of trying to justify them.

As humans, it is in our nature to focus on picking ourselves up while the whole world falls apart.

_Spirit is like hell of difficulties, problems, etc .. But only we humans create our life easy heaven by spreading love all over.

Deep vengeance is the daughter of deep silence.

Actually, what does man live for?_ __o think about it. Any other question?_ __es. Why does he die just when he has done that and has become a bit more sensible?_ __ome people die without having become more sensible._ __on__ evade my question. And don__ start talking about the transmigration of souls._ ____l ask you something else first. Lions kill antelopes; spiders flies; foxes chickens; which is the only race in the world that wars on itself uninterruptedly, fighting and killing one another?_ __hose are questions for children. The crown of creation, of course, the human being_ who invented the words love, kindness, and mercy._ __ood. And who is the only being in Nature that is capable of committing suicide and does it?_ __gain the human being_ who invented eternity, God, and resurrection._ __xcellent,_ Ravic said. __ou see of how many contradictions we consist. And you want to know why we die?

People do not belong to others, either. How can the huincas buy and sell people if they do not own them. Sometimes the boy went two or three days without speaking a word, surly, and not eating, and when asked what was the matter, the answer was always the same: "There are content days and there are sad days. Each person is a master of his silence.