Quotes About Kindness

Be Wise, Be Lucky, Be Kind, Be Loving, Be Loved, Be Happy, all my wishes for you for wonderful lives and keep the love that we share close to you always, just as I cherish you. with all my heart and love

Life is made up of special moments, moments of joy, or of sorrow, of great good fortune, incredible thoughtfulness, moments you never forget, and that impact an entire lifetime, moments you treasure. May all your special moments be precious, happy ones, change your life in fortunate ways, and turn out to be great blessings. May your impact on others be kind, theirs on you always loving, and may you always, always know and remember how infinitely I love you, with all my heart, now and forever.

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She smiled at him, touched by what he had said, and grateful for his friendship. He took her home that night, and walked her upstairs. He didn't ask to come in, and he never mentioned the world tour. But he surprised her by sending her flowers the next day

Christophe was so much better, so trusting and so kind. Sam had a sharp edge to him and saw through her.

them. She's much too nice about it, but that's the way she is." Leslie almost said that that was why he loved her, but caught

The sad thing is, I was discovering that you almost have to make a joke of being good to strangers. Up and down the country, these people doing their good deeds were doubtless being seen as slightly eccentric, when in reality and in an ideal world they should be deemed the most normal people of all.

Time itself is created through deeds of true kindness.

Daniel Ziskind had once learned that time is created through deeds of true kindness. Days and hours and years are not time, but merely vessels for it, and too often they are empty. The world stands still, timeless and empty, until an act of generosity changes it in an instant and sends it soaring through arcs of rich seasons, moment after spinning moment of racing beauty. And then, with a single unkind deed, a single withheld hand, time ceases to exist.

Doing things for someone else is what I love most about relationships, even more than having stuff done for me.

Cuteness and kindness are often inversely proportional in people.

You can't hate those who are harming themselves. Instead you pity them and try to help them if you can.

Kirk always stood up for the underdog

I had no shoes and I pitied myself. Then I met a man who had no feet, so I took his shoes.

You have what I can afford to give. You are a panhandler, begging for anything, and I am the man walking briskly by, tossing a quarter or so into your paper cup. I can afford to give you this. This does not break me.

Again the greatest use of a human was to be useful. Not to consume, not to watch, but to do something for someone else that improved their life, even for a few minutes.

When we pass by another person without telling them we love them it's cruel and wrong and we all know this.

But see how we are the same? You and I, Will? We both see strangers and we react. We don't like to walk by people without nodding. We're broken when people are rude. We're broken when people can't meet us halfway. We can't accept the limits of normal relationships - chilly, clothed, circumscribed. Our hearts pull against their leashes, Will.

Every act of charity has choice at its core.

You have to know sadness . . . because sadness is duty . . .because if you know sadness, you understand sadness in others, and if you can understand sadness in others, you're obligated to help.

That small act of noticing him when no one else did. That brief act of caring. Just one person seeing another's struggle and bringing them to their feet again. It was the difference between a cold world of being forever apart and a world where one could feel bound to another. Obligated to kindness.

People are strange, but more than that, they're good. They're good first, then strange.

Lou looked at Davis there praying like God was in his heart and home, while his family remained behind in rags and fear and would have starved except for the kindness of Louisa Cardinal. She could only shake her head.

Why can't people just sit and read books and be nice to each other?