Disappointment In The Human Race Quotes

#1. Nights are the worst. You just don't know what it's like for me, trying not to think of [him] ... knowing that we're going to be apart for so long. It's pure torture.

Judy Blume

#2. It's February the 22ndAnd I can't tell a lie.

Irving Berlin

#3. We can truly see that consciousness is operating creatively even in biology, even in the evolution of species.

Amit Goswami

#4. There is a hint of despair in the cry of 'I told you so,' an element of disappointment in the apparent satisfaction when idols turn out to have clay feet. The human race, when it thinks it has proved that no one is superior, is partly gratified and partly depressed.

Alice Thomas Ellis

#5. I really would not call myself a fashion icon. I would call myself somebody who gets dressed by professionals ... I would call me more of a monkey.

Jennifer Lawrence

#6. No man need fear death, he need fear only that he may die without having known his greatest power: the power of his free will to give his life for others

Albert Schweitzer

#7. My grandfather felt at home with his lunatics.

Thomas Ligotti

#8. Violets smell like burnt sugar cubes that have been dipped in lemon and velvet.

Diane Ackerman

#9. Things are rough all over.

S.E. Hinton

#10. I really feel like because I had my son so young, I didn't want everyone's help. I think people felt entitled to give advice, so I'm always very sensitive to moms and letting them feel their way out.

Solange Knowles

#11. The satirical direction I have chosen is an indication of my disappointment in man, which is the opposite way of saying that I have high expectations for the human race.

Jack Levine

#12. I love you," he murmured. "Oh, Bree, I do love you." She didn't answer, but a hand floated up from the dark and lay along his cheek, gentle as a tendril of seaweed. She kept it there while he took her, laid open in trust, while her other hand held his beating heart.

Diana Gabaldon

#13. The simplest, most indefinable quality had too much content, in relation to itself, in its heart.

Jean-Paul Sartre