Quotes About Kindness

We are the messiah for somebody if not for everybody.

Sometimes something happens and you find that all the people you knew are like nothing and someone you never saw before will reach out a hand to help.

Don't let him grow up as I did. Sheltered and clothed and fed and cared for, and yet poorer in human qualities than the poorest of men. A man needs more than food and clothes and money to make him human. He needs love and kindness and affection. He needs people, a family, to give him an anchor, to give him roots in the earth, in society, to teach him the true values in the world. The

If a person has known love, has felt and given love, that person's life has made a difference.

My list of the worst offenses against God would begin with hurting another person, cheating another person, shaming another person.

The purpose in life is not to win. The purpose in life is to grow and to share. "When you come to look back on all that you have done in life, you will get more satisfaction from the pleasure you have brought into other people's lives than you will from the times that you outdid and defeated them.

Do things for people not because of who they are or what they do in return, but because of who you are

He was especially willing to put his mechanical skills to use for the benefit of his neighbors.

13I can do all things through him who strengthens me. 14In any case, it was kind of you to share my distress. 15

A passion for compassion comes from an awakened heart

Atticus, he was real nice." "Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.

Neighbors bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives. But neighbors give in return. We never put back into the tree what we took out of it: we had given him nothing, and it made me sad.

There is something akin to freedom in having a lover who has no control over you, except that which he gains by kindness and attachment.

Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good.

Once in an age, God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us... not the person that we are, But the angel we may be.

O, that's what troubles me, papa. You want me to live so happy, and never to have any pain,—never suffer anything,—not even hear a sad story, when other poor creatures have nothing but pain and sorrow, all their lives,—it seems selfish. I ought to know such things, I ought to feel about them!

An atmosphere of sympathetic influence encircles every human being; and the man or woman who feels strongly, healthily and justly, on the great interests of humanity, is a constant benefactor to the human race.

O, ye who visit the distressed, do ye know that everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy?

for twenty years or more, nothing but loving words, and gentle moralities, and motherly loving kindness, had come from that chair;--headaches and heartaches innumerable had been cured there,--difficulties spritual and temporal solved there,--all by one good, loving woman, God bless her!

I don't know anything about politics, but I can read my Bible, and there I see that I must feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and comfort the desolate; and that Bible I mean to follow

Papa, do buy him! it's no matter what you pay," whispered Eva, softly, getting up on a package, and putting her arm around her father's neck. "You have money enough, I know. I want him." "What for, pussy? Are you going to use him for a rattle-box, or a rocking-horse, or what? "I want to make him happy." "An original reason, certainly.

Yes, I know you do! There isn't one of you that hasn't always been very kind to me; and I want to give you something that, when you look at, you shall always remember me, I'm going to give all of you a curl of my hair; and, when you look at it, think that I loved you and am gone to heaven, and that I want to see you all there.

You didn't give me a curl, Eva," said her father, smiling sadly. "They are all yours, papa," said she, smiling—"yours and mamma's; and you must give dear aunty as many as she wants. I only gave them to our poor people myself, because you know, papa, they might be forgotten when I am gone, and because I hoped it might help them remember. . . . You are a Christian, are you not, papa?" said Eva, doubtfully.

do ye know that everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy?