Sentences with phrase «pitiful humans»

You are the (only) brains of the operation, infecting bystanders and cleverly mutating your zombies to overrun 40 levels of pitiful humans who will fight to the inevitable death.

The 6 - day timeframe is just a way to not have to spend EONS trying to explain something to the pitiful human brain that would be a useless waste of time and effort.

Or at least, you can try, because as well all know dice are fickle creatures that love to toy with our pitiful human emotions.

As a pitiful human trying to flee with all vital organs still contained on the inside, staying far away from the killer and escaping without a hitch should be the best way to score points and thus earn new ranks.

Earth is being invaded by evil alien robots, and pitiful human technology can not stop the mechanical assault.

Not exact matches

@ Concert: «I believe like a child that suffering will be healed and made up for, that all the humiliating absurdity of human contradictions will vanish like a pitiful mirage, like the despi.cable fabrication of the impotent and infinitely small Euclidean mind of man, that in the world's finale, at the moment of eternal harmony, something so precious will come to pass that it will suffice for all hearts, for the comforting of all resentments, for the atonement of all the crimes of humanity, for all the blood that they've shed; that it will make it not only possible to forgive but to justify all that has happened.»

As humans created in the image of God we are capable of divine expression even in our pitiful fallen state; even the soldiers in World War 1 had a brief respite on Christmas and walked out of the trenches to greet each other only to return to the trenches the next day and resume killing each other.

Let us admit this frankly, once and for all: what most discredits faith in progress in the eyes of men today, over and above its reticences and its helplessness in meeting the cry of the «last days of the human species», is the unfortunate tendency still shown by its adepts to distort into pitiful millenarianisms all that is most valid and most noble in our now permanently awakened expectation of the future appearance of some form of «ultra-humanity».

not who they are... sad and pitiful to see humans in that way...

But they are made of dust, pitiful, wretched creatures, just like all the rest of human race!

It's truly pitiful how these bigots use 2000 year old «religious» verses to propagate hate towards fellow humans.

Some people end in defeat and collapse or, as Mark Twain described them, scoffing «at the pitiful world, and the useless universe, and the violent, contemptible human race,» and deriding «the whole paltry scheme.»

The phenomenon of human love - I delight in you, I want you and what is good for you, I need you and I want to be what you truly need; if you will take me so and give yourself to me, I will try to give myself to you so - belies the pitiful and destructive myth of total personal autonomy.

What pitiful god would require such a stupid clause in his contract to prove to humans that he exists?

I think her mother, especially, seemed human and almost pitiful the way she apologized to her daughter for what she went through.

While it is tempting to give in to the pitiful «I'm starving down here» looks, we also know that human food can include ingredients, preservatives and spices that may not be good for our canine companions.

The girls were such a pitiful sight to behold — frightened, underweight, and unaccustomed to (and suspicious of) human touch.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

Predictable, woefully inadequate, jaded, pitiful, unconscionable leadership — whose failure to respond ably to the requirements of practical biophysical reality of the relatively small planet God has blessed us to inhabit and, I suppose, not to overwhelm — could have profound adverse implications for the future of our children, for biodiversity and the environment, for Earth as a fit place for human habitation and life as we know it.

As pointed out above, we need to get real about the dignity of a human life bent in lifelong labor in pursuit of megre subsitance — a pitiful double standard.

5) Sweep it over the entire population, to convince them to pay attention themselves as best they can to basic math and science when they are in school, so they understand this stuff at the level which almost all human beings are capable of achieving, rather than the pitiful few who bother to try in our society (because it's simply not cool to actually learn).