Can somebody please explain how humans can be so inhumane?

So I found myself telling my own stories. It was strange: as I did it I realised how much we get shaped by our stories. It's like the stories of our lives make us the people we are. If someone had no...

We're both just human. Nothing more. But also nothing less.

Sixty years is too brief a compass for man's imagination. The incomplete joys of this world can never satisfy his heart.

More than the disappearing trees and roses, it's the human tendency to suppress the 'Natural Voice' of the 'Nature's Man' which is sorrowful.

Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.

Cats and monkeys - monkeys and cats - all human life is there!

The human face shines as it speaks of thingsNear itself, thoughts full of dreams.The human face shines like a dark skyAs it speaks of those things that oppress the living

...Chillingworth was a striking evidence of man's faculty of transforming himself into a devil, if he will only, for a reasonable space of time, undertake a devil's office.

What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.

Rabbits {says Mr. Lockley} are like human beings in many ways. One of these is certainly their staunch ability to withstand disaster and to let the stream of their life carry them along, past reaches...

Yes, there is no good pretending, it is hard to leave everything.

What I mean is that those thoughts, they're human. And just because you turn out differently than everyone's imagined you would doesn't mean that you've failed in some way. A kid who gets teased in...

. . . things whose perishing had been arrested by their power to make her love them.

A voice is a human gift; it should be cherished and used, to utter fully human speech as possible. Powerlessness and silence go together.

Remember what it's like to be human

Feelings of any kind are not known to the walking dead. Every form of psychological warfare, from attempts at enraging the undead to provoking pity have all met with disaster. Joy, sadness,...

My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.

Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else.

Empathy, evidently, existed only within the human community, whereas intelligence to some degree could be found throughout every phylum and order including the arachnida. For one thing, the empathic...

In light of this, my visits with Morrie felt like a cleansing rinse of human kindness. We talked about life and we talked about love. We talked about one of Morrie's favourite subjects, compassion and...

I didn't want to be ordinary, I mumbled.My mother looked up. What ordinary, Charley?You know. Someone you forget.From the other room came the squeals of children. Miss Thelma turned her chin to the...

You say you're 'depressed' - all i see is resilience. You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn't mean you're defective - it just means you're human.