Quotes About Kindness

Going after her — he felt attracted to her — Isidore said, You're from Mars.... I hope, Isidore said happily, I can help make your stay here on Earth pleasant.

He was as obsequious as a Japanese ivy plant. Wringing his hands as if he hoped to squeeze the milk of human kindness from his fingernails, ...

And I came to believe that good and evil are names for what people do, not for what they are. All we can say is that this is a good deed, because it helps someone or that's an evil one because it hurts them. People are too complicated to have simple labels.

People should decide on the books' meanings for themselves. They'll find a story that attacks such things as cruelty, oppression, intolerance, unkindness, narrow-mindedness, and celebrates love, kindness, open-mindedness, tolerance, curiosity, human intelligence.

Seems to me- Lee said, feeling for the words, seems to me the place you fight cruelty is where you find it, and the place you give help is where you see it needed....

Tell him, we are not devils but we have friends who are.

Seems to me the place to fight cruelty is where you find it, and the place you give help is where you see it needed.

We all show false faces to the world, and a good thing too, for a hundred reasons. We should be consistent with our friends and lovers, so as not to be unkind. But if in your heart you are not kind, it's better to be false, to act kindly even if you don't feel it, because the deed is important and not the reason for it. That kind of falsity is the triumph of our civilization.

She was afraid of John Faa, and what she was most afraid of was his kindness.

She's innocent, and she loves easily.

The trouble with kind people is they're not sexy.

Seems to me –" Lee said, feeling for the words – "seems to me the place you fight cruelty is where you find it, and the place you give help is where you see it needed.

Lyra's heart, revulsion struggled with compassion, and compassion won. She put her arms around the skinny little form to hold him safe.

Does the tree say to the sparrow "Get out, you don't belong here?" Does the tree say to the hungry man "This fruit is not for you?" Does the tree test the loyalty of the beasts before it allows them into the shade?

The world is a cruel place sometimes, and warm-hearted people do most of the good in it. And much of the time, they're mocked and scorned for their pains.

There he dwelt, a prisoner acting like a kind.

by helping them to learn and understand about themselves and each other and the way everything works, and by showing them how to be kind instead of cruel, and patient instead of hasty, and cheerful instead of surly, and above all how to keep their minds open and free and curious…

And I came to believe that good and evil are names for what people do, not for what they are. All we can say is that this is a good deed, because it helps someone, or that's an evil one, because it hurts them. People are too complicated to have simple labels.

Seems to me –' Lee said, feeling for the words – 'seems to me the place you fight cruelty is where you find it, and the place you give help is where you see it needed. Or is that wrong, Dr Grumman? I'm only an ignorant aëronaut.

Pero entonces no habríamos podido construir. Nadie es capaz de hacerlo si antepone sus deseos. En nuestros diversos mundos, todos tenemos que esforzarnos en conseguir esas cosas tan difíciles como ser alegres, bondadosos, curiosos, valientes y pacientes, y tenemos que estudiar, pensar y trabajar duro, y entonces lograremos construir…

Me parece que el sitio adecuado para plantar cara a la crueldad es aquel donde uno la encuentra, del mismo modo que es buen sitio para prestar ayuda aquel donde uno se topa con alguien necesitado.

seems to me the place you fight cruelty is where you find it, and the place you give help is where you see it needed.

Your death taps you on the shoulder, or takes your hand, and says, come along o' me, it's time. It might happen when you're sick with a fever, or when you choke on a piece of dry bread, or when you fall off a high building; in the middle of your pain and travail, your death comes to you kindly and says easy now, easy, child, you come along o' me, and you go with them in a boat out across the lake into the mist. What happens there, no one knows. No one's ever come back.

As for God, it was easy to think kindly of Him in a paradise like Indian Hill. It was something else in Newark—or Europe or the Pacific—in the summer of 1944.