All Quotes By Tag: Human-nature

“After all, what is education, if not the unparalleled means to transcend the self- imposed physical limits of the mind and the body.”

“People can. And do. And do it all the time. Fallibility is a close friend of mine.”

“Your own shortcomings are the best ground to grow your sense of humor.”

“Life is undoubtedly born of biology, but if a lifeform strictly constructs all its perception living inside the ship-shape well of biology, despite having developed the brain capacity to be beyond it, then it is a disgusting mockery of life itself.”

“Our experiences are so personal that they seem to isolate us. Don’t worry, this is normal, this the human condition, this is life”

“Most people just do not give a crap. Especially about you. It is not because you’re crap. Mostly it is so because they are. So, you’re better than them. Yeah! Now, give a crap!”

“Help someone, you earn a friend. Help someone too much, you make an enemy.”

“Squabbling over too little is just human nature. But it says a great deal about a person, what they do with abundance.”

“You have enemies the moment you have success. Our job is finding a way to do business with them. Everyone wants something.”

“Time is only one which never stop for anyone”

“Spirituality can go hand-in-hand with ruthless single-mindedness when the individual is convinced his cause is just”

“Much of human behavior can be explained by watching the wild beasts around us. They are constantly teaching us things about ourselves and the way of the universe, but most people are too blind to watch and listen.”

“Some women have been faking orgasms for so long that they sometimes fake one when they are masturbating.”

“Good fiction writers have an instinctive understanding of human nature. That’s what makes stories and characters captivating. Good spiritual writers share what they sincerely practice themselves.”

“Disappointed in his hope that I would give him the fictional equivalent of “One Hundred Ways of Cooking Eggs” or the “Carnet de la Ménagère,” he began to cross-examine me about my methods of “collecting material.” Did I keep a notebook or a daily journal? Did I jot down thoughts and phrases in a cardindex? Did I systematically frequent the drawing-rooms of the rich and fashionable? Or did I, on the contrary, inhabit the Sussex downs? or spend my evenings looking for “copy” in East End gin-palaces? Did I think it was wise to frequent the company of intellectuals? Was it a good thing for a writer of novels to try to be well educated, or should he confine his reading exclusively to other novels? And so on. I did my best to reply to these questions — as non-committally, of course, as I could. And as the young man still looked rather disappointed, I volunteered a final piece of advice, gratuitously. “My young friend,” I said, “if you want to be a psychological novelist and write about human beings, the best thing you can do is to keep a pair of cats.” And with that I left him. I hope, for his own sake, that he took my advice.”