W. Somerset Maugham Quotes

I'm terribly human.

George Eliot tenderly carried in her heart the burdens of our race. She looked through pity's tears upon the faults and frailties of mankind.

I'm very human.

Even there, in the mines, underground, I may find a human heart in another convict and murderer by my side, and I may make friends with him, for even there one may live and love and suffer. One may thaw and revive a frozen heart in that convict, one may wait upon him for years, and at last bring up from the dark depths a lofty soul, a feeling, suffering creature; one may bring forth an angel, create a hero! There are so many of them, hundreds of them, and we are all to blame for them. [...] If they drive God from the earth, we shall shelter Him underground.

A true friend of mankind whose heart has but once quivered in compassion over the sufferings of the people, will understand and forgive all the impassable alluvial filth in which they are submerged, and will be able to discover the diamonds in the filth.

Moms are people, too. Moms make mistakes, too.

I'm human; that's what people don't realize.

Nobody's perfect. Everyone slides here and there, and they have their ups and downs. When they are down, that is not the time to step all over them.

My illness has taught me something about the nature of humanity, love, brotherhood and relationships that I never understood, and probably never would have. So, from that standpoint, there is some truth and good in everything.

We make a mess of things sometimes but that doesn't make you bad - it makes you human.

Compassion enables you to reach to the heavens and look through the heart of God.

I've never thought about it before, but I suppose bad people might need someone to pray to, too.

One of the greatest indicators of our own spiritual maturity is revealed in how we respond to the weaknesses, the inexperience, and the potentially offensive actions of others.

We're all blemished. Yet we do love and are loved.

I embrace everything about Ally... I don't particularly see her as a whiner. One week she's tough, the next she's really weak. I love that. She's human.

Everyone is different. We all suffer from the disease of being human. There are a thousand cures but no antidotes.

We're all men, not machines. We make mistakes.

I am not a robot. I have a heart and I bleed.

My illness helped me to see that what was missing in society is what was missing in me: a little heart, a little brotherhood.

They say I've made mistakes, but they've been mistakes of the heart.

We're all humans - people make mistakes.

I am human. I make mistakes.

I'm human. I make mistakes.

Everyone is human, and everyone makes mistakes.

You can relate to someone with a flaw.