Quotes For Being Human Novels & Stories

“I’m humiliated.” “For what?” I ask gently. “For everything.” She gestures weakly. “The interview. The memes. The pills. The drinking. You seeing all of it.” My voice softens. “You’re in pain. That’s not humiliation.” “It feels like it.” I shake my head slowly. “Pain doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.” Her eyes shine with tears she refuses to let fall. I extend one hand. I’m not touching her, just offering.

Who I'd stay being. Imperfect. Tired. Scared. Human. Real.

I asked her again. Unknown woman: He first explained to me why he could not make it to my birthday party. Then I told him about the magician. He smiled and gave me my teddy. He said, sweetie, you should not be the one to fear people. Instead, you have to be a living nightmare for all the bad people out there. He said, you should not be afraid of anyone. Everyone is a human like you are. So you shouldn't be afraid of the people who will try to scare you, instead, you have to scare them away. He gave me a quote, Mercy for the oppressor is oppression to the oppressed. That quote patched up on my heart that day. And I still keep that in my mind wherever I step out of my house for my job. She rep

My eyes tear away from Gemma’s, and I look at the pictures on the walls once more. “Showing up for yourself is the biggest step. Be proud of every achievement.” My head glances at the next quote. “It’s okay not to be okay. But when we’re not okay, we shouldn’t put pressure on ourselves. We should treat ourselves with kindness. We should take it one day at a time. We’re all human. We all feel the same emotions.” Gemma’s presence pauses at my side. “I like that quote,” she says quietly. “Although we could argue we’re wolves, not humans.”

I go on, glancing from face to face, “I’m proud of each one of you.” “I’m not gonna give you a speech,” I say, voice low but clear enough to cut through the noise around us. “You already know everything you need to know. You’ve trained, you’ve prepared, you’ve come this far for a reason.” I pause, letting the silence stretch for a breath. “But what I do want to say is this, when you raise your weapon to strike... don’t lose your humanity in the process. I know that sounds like something soft in a time like this, but it’s not.”

“I don't like the way you say these mean things about yourself.” God. Why did he have to say that? Now my poor heart was pounding wildly. “...I keep telling you this,” he continued. “Your condition doesn't make you any less of a human being. You can do what you like just like the next person, you can study wherever, visit new places, do your favorite things—”

"You may be physically stronger, and I don't have the mental powers that you carry. But I'm not weak. You cannot define a species on just the specific things you're basing them on. Humans are happy. Where does your happiness lie? It's not in a nice cup of coffee in the morning, a hug from a loved one, your child rolling around in laughter. It's about power, wealth, greed, even if that means sacrificing the ones around you. You always want more. More meaningless things. More fights, more of what other people have, more sex. It's never enough. Never happy with what you have. And at least I can laugh, cry, apologise, fear and love. Where's your emotions and vulnerability, because that's a facto

She retorted while I looked at her for a long second. “I don’t think it’s about being enough,” I said slowly. “Some people just don’t know what to do with something real when they have it. They screw it up because it scares them. Or they’re selfish or too stupid to recognize what they have.” I didn’t mention Perry because that shit was pointing at me too. “I feel so pathetic,” she whispered and then leaned her head back against the fridge. “You’re not,” I said. "You’re just hurting and that doesn’t make you weak, it makes you human.” I added.

There is something Sebastian said when I found out about Mom. ‘ You can’t keep humans in a cage. Because they might stay imprisoned physically but their mind will still wander, their hearts will still waver, and their soul will yearn to be someplace else, with someone else. No matter how you try to keep them, they will always slip away. ’ Treating them like humans is important when you want someone to be on your side. Making sure that their mind, heart, and soul stay in one place with their body is what helps keep people by one’s side.

I ask with my back still to him. The vulnerability on my face is so shameful even my Beta isn't allowed to see it. "I don't know. Have someone teach her. Explain the difference between our species....," Kohn suggests, and I snort. "I hate humans,' I mumble, and he chuckles. "I know," Kohn replies. "Why me," I ask, and he laughs louder. "Your head is so far up your own ass. . ..It wasn't just you who got paired with a human. Ruben was too," Kohn says, and I nod.