Quotes About Kindness

Evil is a form of idiocy. Kindness is a form of intelligence.

Kindness is a free gift, freely given,

Cultivo una rosa blanca, En julio como en enero, Para el amigo sincero Que me da su mano franca. Y para el cruel que me arranca El corazon con que vivo, Cardo ni oruga cultivo Cultivo una rosa blanca. I have a white rose to tend In July as in January; I give it to the true friend Who offers his frank hand to me. And to the cruel one whose blows Break the heart by which I live, Thistle nor thorn do I give: For him, too, I have a white rose.

A good soul on earth hurts very much.

ÅŸefkat olmay?nca hayat?n pek deÄŸeri kalm?yor. Åžefkat göstermek beni bazen mutlu ediyor, bazense yan?lt?yor, ki bu ikincisi daha s?k oluyor.

Ya que solamente servía para recibir golpes, por lo menos podría ver a otros quererse.

Y sabes que soy ridículamente pobre? —Demasiado me lo repitieron cuando me visitabas. El amparo que ahora te pido no es el de tu dinero, sino el de tu corazón.

Ang pagpapaumanhin ay hindi laging kabaitan, siya'y kasamaan pag naguudyok sa paniniil.

Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.

Dorotília es más pobre que yo. Y las otras chicas no quieren jugar con ella porque es negrita y muy pobre. Por eso ella se queda siempre en un rincón. Yo divido con ella mi masita, esa que usted me regala.

True benevolence, or compassion, extends itself through the whole of existence and sympathizes with the distress of every creature capable of sensation.

Charity is a virtue of the heart, and not of the hands.

Man is subject to innumerable pains and sorrows by the very condition of humanity, and yet, as if nature had not sown evils enough in life, we are continually adding grief to grief and aggravating the common calamity by our cruel treatment of one another.

True benevolence, or compassion, extends itself through the whole of existence and sympathises with the distress of every creature capable of sensation

How delightful to find a friend in everyone.

If it wasn't for good," my mother says, "we human beings would have been wiped out a long time ago. Either the monsters would have gotten us or we would have killed each other off with greed and jealousy and anger. So we have to believe in good. We have to look for the good in ourselves.

The old man must have stopped our car two dozen times to climb out and gather into his hands the small toads blinded by our lights and leaping, live drops of rain. The rain was falling, a mist about his white hair and I kept saying You can't save them all accept it, get back in wev'e got places to go. But, leathery hands full of wet brown life knee deep in summer roadside grass, he just smiled and said They have places to go too.

Happiness does not consist in self-love.

A friend said, "Ah, I get it. All of my life I have gone into every next event asking, in effect, What's in it for me? Now I see that what I must do is go into every event asking, What can I do for them?" And my friend had grievously missed the point. The great discovery is that we have nothing to give at all to anyone, anywhere.

There is a kind way of assisting our fellow-creatures which is enough to break their hearts while it saves their outer envelope.

Granted, no one actually uses Rolodex card files anymore. In fact, as a figure of speech, I prefer the concept of the favor bank. You do a favor for someone, help someone out of trouble, put someone in touch with someone else, make a connection . . . the odds are the person you helped out will pay you back.

Generosity, love, compassion, or devotion do not depend on a high IQ.

Hatred never ceases by hatred; it only ceases by love.

You know what kind of a man Lonny Tooker is? The kind of a man that sets broken bird's wings." "Hitler loved dogs and babies," Dave said.