Quotes About Kindness

A kindly courtesy does at least save one's feelings, even if it is not professing to stand for a welcome.

Åžimdiye kadar hiç kimse, sözün al???ld?k anlam?yla, asla kendisini feda etmiÅŸ deÄŸildir - yani, yaln?zca baÅŸkas? için özveride bulunmuÅŸ deÄŸildir. Ä°nsanlar baÅŸkalar? için gündelik feragatlarda bulunurlar, fakat bu öncelikle kendi iyilikleri içindir. Eylem, öncelikle kendi içlerini ferahlatmak zorundad?r. Bundan yararlanan kiÅŸiler ikinci s?rada gelir.

this dreadful matter brought from these downtrodden people no outburst of rage against these oppressors.  They had been heritors and subjects of cruelty and outrage so long that nothing could have startled them but a kindness.

The world is beautiful and dangerous, and joyful and said, and ungrateful and giving, and full of so, so many things. The world is new and it is old. It is big and it is small. The world is fierce and it is kind, and we, every one us, are in it.

Lovely as he was, Satan could be cruelly offensive when he chose; and he always chose when the human race was brought to his attention. He always turned up his nose at it, and never had a kind word for it.

a good deed ain't ever forgot.

Ljudska vrsta ima samo jedno zaista delotvorno oružje, a to je osmeh. Kada osmeh krene u napad ništa mu ne može odoleti.

They had been heritors and subjects of cruelty and outrage so long that nothing could have startled them but a kindness.

Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even      the undertaker will be sorry. —Pudd'nhead Wilson's      Calendar

but the widow she didn't scold, but only cleaned off the grease and clay, and looked so sorry that I thought I would behave awhile if I could.

Vicdan?m?z baÅŸkalar?na verilen ac?n?n hiç fark?na varmaz, ta ki bize de ac? verdiÄŸi bir noktaya ulaÅŸana dek. Ä°stisnas?z her olayda bir baÅŸkas?n?n ac?s?na tamamen ilgisizizdir, ta ki onun çektiÄŸi ac? bizi rahats?z edene dek.

Then her conscience reproached her, and she yearned to say something kind and loving; but she judged that this would be construed into a confession that she had been in the wrong, and discipline forbade that. So she kept silence, and went about her affairs with a troubled heart.

La charité nous force à tirer le rideau sur le reste de cette scène.

The world is beautiful and dangerous, and joyful and sad, and ungrateful and giving, and full of so, so many things. The world is new and it is old. It is big and it is small. The world is fierce and it is kind, and we, every one of us, are in it.

My father was a proudly antisocial man who spent most of his time at a typewriter, reflecting negatively on his neighbors and society, throwing in things like Goddamn it, you've got to be kind. The emphasis was on the Goddamn it. He was proud of the fact that I had no friends

Short time here, long time gone. The reason to try to be good, smart, kind, and on the side of angels is because it's more fun and because there really aren't any angels.

Oh Shnorhk, how beautifully you speak Armenian, the third thing I miss most about you. The second thing I miss most about you: how beautifully you play. Shnorhk not say anything. What trying to say only take away. Shnorhk just scald throat with more tea and eat cake after cake. Grateful still, in the end, that Mnatsagan, always kind, is kind enough not to say the first thing he miss so much.

Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their vanishing words. I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear.

When finally she finished and stood herself up, he put his arm around her, best-buddy style, and they walked on. There was no request for a kiss. Nothing like that. You can love Rudy for that, if you like.

Liesel shrugged away entirely from the crowd and entered the tide of Jews, weaving through them till she grabbed hold of his arm with her left hand. His face fell on her. It reached down as she tripped, and the Jew,the nasty Jew, helped her up. It took all of his strength.

Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.

An attribute of Rosa Hubermann, she was a good woman for a crisis.

She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on that man's first night in Molching. She was an arm reacher, deep into a mattress, to deliver a sketchbook to a teenage girl. (84.25)

And I can promise you something, because it was a thing I saw many years later - a vision in the book thief herself - that as she knelt next to Hans Hubermann, she watched him stand and play the accordion. He stood and strapped it on in the alps of broken houses and played the accordion with kindness silver eyes and even a cigarette slouched on his lips. The bellows breathed and the tall man played for Liesel Meminger one last time as the sky was slowly taken away from her.