Human Lives Quotes

“Sometimes I think with half the world on fire- with so much dying and so much pain- it's a special kind of sin to sing and feel good. But then I think, well, even before Dragonscale, most human lives were unfair, brutal, full of loss and grief and confusion. Most human lives were and are too short. Most people have lived out their days hungry and barefoot, on the run from this war and that famine, a plague here and a flood there. But people have to sing anyway. Even a baby that hasn't been fed in days will stop crying and look around when they hear someone singing in joy. You sing and it's like giving a thirsty person water. It's a kindness. It makes you shine. The proof that you matter is in your song and in the way you light up for one another.”
― Joe Hill, The Fireman

“No one deserve to die, to be hurt, to injured, to be raped, to be abused, to be molested by you. No matter what you did for them. No matter how powerful you are, how sexy you are , how rich you are, how right you are or what did they do or not do to you and no matter how hurt or broken you are.”
― De philosopher DJ Kyos

“The materials are mostly from living beings - living human beings. They need to be alive to extract the necessary materials.”
― Brad McKinniss, Beast Machine

“There's a reason we live in time. We are too small a flask [...] to tolerate too much knowing. Instead, truth must drip through us as through a pipette, to allow only moments of apprehension. Moments diffuse and miniature enough to be survived.”
― Gregory Maguire, Out of Oz

“Corona Virus will never go away or find a cure, if there are people who are making lot of money out of it. If it seize to stop. They would even make their own, because to them is profit over people lives. We will go from pandemic, to endemic and to an outbreak, As long they are making money out of this virus.”
― De philosopher DJ Kyos

“The human species pretends it's so resilient. Mortal lives are one long game of make-believe. If you couldn't lie to yourselves, you'd cut your own throats to end your misery.'

I am struck by the word species, by the idea that he thinks I am something entirely else, like an ant or a dog or a deer. I am not sure he's wrong, but I don't like the thought. 'I don't feel particularly miserable right now.' I can't show him I'm afraid.

His mouth curls. 'What happiness do you have? Rutting and breeding. You'd go mad if you accepted the truth of what you are. You are nothing. You barely exist at all. Your only purpose is to create more of your kind before you die some pointless and agonising death.'

I look him in the eye. 'And?”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince