Quotes About Kindness

Being nice gets you no where. I'm tired of people taking my kindness for weakness..

No matter how badly people treat you, never drop down to their level. It will only excite them more.

Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place...

Let me correct this: Be true to yourself and others by being up front and cordial. Be a cool friend.

Be respectable, but be unique. Stand up for yourself, but remember to be kind. Forget the insults but always remember the compliments.

Nobody is perfect and nobody deserves to be perfect. Nobody has it easy, everybody has issues. You never know what people are going through. So pause before you start judging, criticizing or mocking others. Everybody is fighting their own unique war...

Sometimes, when you're mad, you have the right to be mad, but you don't have the right to be cruel.

There's nothing worse than seeing your friends upset and not being able to do a thing to help them.

No matter how upset we get, be wise, breathe and walk away. Never say anything to hurt another, do not become your own worst enemy. Treat others as you want to be treated. It is our birthright to be kind, when you change, the whole world change with you.

Be soft, don't let the world make you hard. Be gentle, don't let the people make you difficult. Be kind, don't let the realities of life steal your sweetness and make you heartless.

Be that kind of person who's presence people would like to celebrate not that who has to be tolerated.

Being a good person does not depend on your religion, status, race, color, political views or culture. It depends on how you treat others.

Whoever you are, that doesn't matter because I already love the way you are.

Obscurely awaited, immanent and concealed, it rouses to such a paroxysm, at the moment when at last it makes itself felt, those other pleasures which we find in the tender glance, in the kiss of her who is by our side, that it seems to us, more than anything else, a sort of transport of gratitude for the kindness of heart of our companion and for her touching predilection of ourselves, which we measure by the benefits, by the happiness that she showers upon us.

the purpose of life now appeared to me as the pursuit not of truth but of loving-kindness, and

that men can be being sincere with their friends, and even with themselves, when they speak warmly of a woman's kindness to them, even though, to tell the truth, their relationship is undermined secretly, in a way they do not confess to others or which is revealed involuntarily in response to questions, to inquiries, by a painful anxiety.

Physical love, so unfairly disparaged, compels people to manifest the very smallest particles they possess of goodness, of self-abnegation, so much so that these particles glow even in the eyes of those immediately surrounding them.

A stranger leaves us indifferent, and indifference does not prompt us to unkind actions.

Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed: to kindness, to knowledge we make promises only; pain we obey.

Which was for me the true friend, Mme. de Montmorency, so glad always to annoy me and always so ready to oblige, or Mme. de Guermantes, distressed by the slightest offence that might have been given me and incapable of the slightest effort to be of use to me?

Robert, I'm surprised that a man of your intelligence should fail to understand that one doesn't discuss the things that will give one's friends pleasure; one does them.

In love, it often happens that gratitude, the desire to give pleasure, causes us to be generous beyond the limits of what hope and self-interest had envisaged. But then the implementation of this offer would become hindered by further complications

it was the bridle which, so as to avoid all appearance of egotism, she herself used to curb the gratification which her friend was attempting to procure for her.

Es ist unglaublich zu denken, dass jemand nicht begreifen kann, dass er sich, wenn er sich dazu herabwürdigt, über einen Mitmenschen zu lächeln, dem er eben noch die Hand gedrückt hat, in eine Gosse begibt, aus dem er sich beim besten Willen nicht wieder herausarbeiten kann.