Quotes For Being Human Novels & Stories

Sopia's POV They stood in front of the girl and glared at her. "I'm sorry, but can I please pass?" she asked in a scared tone. "Why are you in this town?" William asked in a harsh tone "I was hoping to go see a house that was on sale." She says and looks confused as to how this is any of their business. "I don't think a slut like you would like it here. If I were you I would get back in my crap piece of car and fuck off." Grayson growled at her. His eyes turn darker with each passing second "If you leave now bitch, you might leave with some dignity." William snaps . The people in the cafe all have huge smiles on their faces and nods with each word the twins say. "We have no place for useless

The foolish old man asked. I stole a glance as I usually did and kept walking while ignoring him. "Am I not talking to a human being?" The foolish old man continued. Well, he uttered that and I didn't mind. After all, we are all humans and of course, it is very silly to ask if I am not a human being since it is clearly written from my head to toe that I am one. "You're more than disrespectful! Woe to where you came from!"

That’s why ‘being stupid’ is more of a compliment than an insult… it simply means you’re a human who has emotions and has learned to live and let live. The world is just one ginormous roller-coaster ride of hypocrisy, where the strong trample on the weak; the voiced truncate the voiceless, the brave frighten the faint-hearted, and the sighted outshine the unsighted…as long as they are in position of power. It has always been so since time immemorial. And if by any chance the weak, the voiceless, the faint-hearted and the unsighted outnumber the opposite variants respectively, the reverse will be the case… no questions asked. This is one of the many reminders that we are more alike than we wi

"I just have one last question for you: are you a serial killer?" I blinked, confused by the dark unexpected inquiry. I wondered if I'd unwittingly done or said something that gave off 'murderer vibes.' Before I could assure her that I had no desire to get booked into 'Belle Reve Federal Penitentiary' or attend the annual dinner party at 'Hotel Cortez,' her twin cut in. "Gray! Can you take this seriously?" She requested, annoyed. "Sorry, Cassidy." "'Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin,'" Gray recited from memory. I had no idea what she was quoting, but the words obviously weren't hers. "'If the caveman known how to laugh. History would have been different.'"

You are allowed to be messy but soft and stubborn but tender. You are allowed to want to be held. You are not too much. You are not broken beyond repair. You are not invisible. You are human. And that is a miracle all on its own. So take one deep breath. Let the armor slide off, just for a little while. Let the weight fall. Let someone in. Let love reach the parts of you that were never told it was safe to hope. Because this world needs people like you— not polished, not perfect— but real.

_*]:min-w-0"> "You're someone who was pushed beyond your limits during the worst possible circumstances. That doesn't make you a monster. It makes you human." _*]:min-w-0"> "Humans don't attack their girlfriends." _*]:min-w-0"> "Humans make mistakes under extreme pressure. What defines us isn't the mistakes. It's what we do after." _*]:min-w-0"> Otto stared at me like I was speaking a foreign language. Like the idea of being forgiven for almost killing me twice didn't compute.

But something close. Something human.

Me……a human, the lowest of creatures. Imagine the Irony.

He said softly. "Yes?" "I think I want to leave with Viola. To live amongst humans and start a new life." My eyes widened, but I felt myself smiling. "I think you should do it. Go and be happy for a change. Stop trying to please everyone and just live." His next request surprised me. "Can you turn me... Into a human?"

she said quietly, her thumb tracing idle circles on the back of my hand, "you're not a villain. You're just... human. Messy. Like the rest of us." The words hung there, simple but seismic, cracking open the armored vault I'd built around that particular fear. Human. Messy. Not the monster I'd convinced myself I was in the quiet hours, replaying every sharp word, every jealous glare. I swallowed, the lump in my throat tasting of unshed admissions. "Messy, huh? That's one way to put it. Try 'walking disaster with a sketchbook habit'."