Quotes About Kindness

I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. "Here." I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.

But it's Posy, Gale's five-year-old sister, who helps the most. She scoots along the bench to Octavia and touches her skin with a tentative finger. "You're green. Are you sick?" "It's a fashion thing, Posy. Like wearing lipstick," I say. "It's meant to be pretty," whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, "I think you'd be pretty in any color.

I think you'd be pretty in any color."-Posy to Octavia

I guess there isn't a rule book for what might be unacceptable to do to another human being.

Please, Coriolanus, I would never forget the favor.

No has hecho daño a nadie..., les has dado una oportunidad. Sólo tienen que ser lo suficientemente valientes para aprovecharla.

Want a sugar cube?

What do you do here that you could not do there?' 'I do no harm. I do no more harm.' -Hamnet

Then be kind, Coryo," she snapped. "And try not to look down on people who had to choose between death and disgrace.

Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.

Then be kind, Coryo, and try not to look down on people who had to choose between death and disgrace

Our lives aren't just measured in years. They're measured in the lives of people we touch around us

But for better or worse, I am not motivated by kindness.

My heart is so crowded already," whispered Hazard. "But I'm sure the others will make room for Thalia. She is not a very big bat.

You haven't hurt people — you've given them an opportunity.

It's meant to be pretty," whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, "I think you'd be pretty in any color." The tiniest of smiles forms on Octavia's lips. "Thank you.

La gente amable consigue abrirse paso hasta mí y quedárseme dentro, y

It didn't occur to me until the next morning that the boy might have burned the bread on purpose. Might have dropped the loaves into the flames, knowing it meant being punished, and then delivered them to me. But I dismissed this. It must have been an accident. Why would he have done it? He didn't even know me. Still, just throwing me the bread was an enormous kindness that would have surely resulted in a beating if discovered. I couldn't explain his actions.

Someone throws me a red rose. I catch it, give it a delicate sniff, and blow a kiss back in the general direction of the giver. A hundred hands reach up to catch my kiss, as if it were a real and tangible thing.

That's despicable, but I'm not sure it's beneath me. If it's true, it would be kindest to kill Peeta here and now. But for better or worse, I am not motivated by kindness.

And not even remotely nice. To say that to me after all I've been through." "Yeah. We've all been through a lot. And you're the one who was known for being nice. Not me.

So what do you remember?" "You. In the rain," he says softly. "Digging in our trash bins. Burning the bread. My mother hitting me. Taking the bread out for the pig but then giving it to you instead.

I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do. It's like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.

The Covey believe you're put on earth to reduce the misery, not add to it. Do you think the Hunger Games are right?" she asked.