Quotes About Kindness

rushes to my side on the sofa. "Let me give you a massage." He reaches for my shoulders. "No.

She was a nice person, she really was, until someone ignorant decided to force that ignorance in her face, and then she just couldn't hold back.

897Archer lifted his gaze heavenward as he tilted the dun-colored hat back on his head. I say my prayers, Archer sighed. I go to church when I can and I even take old women to the grocery store when they need me to. And this is the thanks I get.

Archer lifted his gaze heavenward as he tilted the dun-colored hat back on his head. I say my prayers, Archer sighed. I go to church when I can and I even take old women to the grocery store when they need me to. And this is the thanks I get

These people are no better or no worse than people anywhere, anything that you can do to help them, help them and you will be surprised to know how they will help you.

This lunge at moral fastidiousness was something she'd noticed a lot in people around here. They were not good people. They were not kind. But they recycled their newspapers!

Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain, hope played like a playing card upon another hope, a wish for kindnesses and mercies to emerge like kings and queens in an unexpected change of the game. One could hold the cards oneself or not: they would land the same regardless.

When affection fell on its ass, politeness could step up.

When they slept together, she almost cried. He was a kisser, and he kissed and kissed. It seemed the kindest thing that had ever happened to her. He kissed and whispered and brought her a large glass of water when she asked for one.

In so many things I loved I was sadly insufficiently gifted and driven. But writing I could plod along with -- and no one discouraged me. People were much kinder. I headed toward the kindness.

Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain, hope played like a playing card upon another hope, a wish for kindness and mercies to emerge like kings and queens in an unexpected change of the game. One could hold the cards oneself or not: they would land the same regardless.

This lunge at moral fastidiousness was something she'd noticed a lot in the people around here. They were not good people. They were not kind. They played around and lied to their spouses. But they recycled their newspapers!

If I could not be anchored and profound, I would try, at least, to be kind.

Do right. Do your best. Treat others as you want to be treated.

was nine when she passed. The last thing she told us was Be good to one another.

I wonder why it is the man who pleads for mercy never gives it.

He spoke softly to the horse, and its ears twitched. It was funny about a horse—how much they would give for gentleness. There was no animal that responded so readily to good treatment, and no other animal would run itself to death for a man—except, occasionally, a dog.

Trouble with me was, I was a mighty poor hater. There was satisfaction in winning, but winning would have been better if nobody had to lose. That's the way I've always felt, I guess.

Love is different from most things. If I gave my piece of chalk to someone, then I wouldn't have it anymore. But when I give my love to someone, I end up with more love than I started with. The more love you give away, the more you have left.

Now you be careful in the real world said Armpit Not everyone is as nice as us.

I do not like Jeff from, There's A Boy In The Girls' Bathroom, because in the beginning of the story he was just pretended to be Bradley's friend which I thought was a little rude because Bradley needed a real friend that would help him.

If a monster says hello to you, you should say hello to it. If you don't, then I have to wonder which one of you is really the monster.

No one's ever brought me flowers before," said Mr. Kidswatter. "You may not believe this, Louis, but I don't have many friends." He put his hand on Louis's shoulder. "You're like a son to me," he said. "And you're a maggot-infested string bean," muttered Louis. "What?" asked Mr. K. "I said, you're a magnificent human being.

Love is different from most things...when I give my love to someone, I end up with more love than I started with. The more love you give away, the more you have left.