Quotes About Kindness

Love each other or die.

Love is the only rational act.

I feel like the vast majority of the world's problems would disappear if suddenly everyone on the planet were relatively self-aware and capable of honest self-love and compassion.

Give love to your children, to a wife or husband, to a next-door neighbour.

Spread love whenever you go.

The fruit of faith is love.

People are not hungry just for bread, they are hungry for love.

In loving one another through our works we bring an increase of grace and a growth in divine love.

The poor are our brothers and sisters ... people in the world who need love, who need care, who have to be wanted.

Why can't there be love that never gets tired?

Every country I love and I am a child of God to love the humans.

For me, love is an enhanced state of kindness, compassion, service, respect, and humility, an emotion I feel we are all here to give and to receive.

Act only in Love. Make every moment of your life an outpouring of love.

Nothing changes the environment like one person deciding to love another, no matter what.

Let this Christmas Day remind us that Christ came to invite us to offer love to ALL humankind and to open the door of God's Kingdom to Every soul.

Again, mercy is literally love in action.

Love is the capacity to take care, to protect, to nourish.

Words can travel thousands of miles. May my words create mutual understanding and love. May they be as beautiful as gems, as lovely as flowers.

Human beings are innately loving beings. When we fail to love, it is because an element of ignorance has intruded into our experience, submerging our natural impulse to love.

I think our skin clears up and we're nicer when you are in love.

So it's not about what you do. It can't be, can it? It has to be about how you are, how you love, how you treat yourself and those around you, and that's where I get eaten up.

Everybody has a heart. Except some people.

I knew that anything we do to show love is worthwhile: a smile, a word of encouragement, a small act of sacrifice. We grow by these actions.

If you are picking a bunch of mixed flowers, and if you happen to see, over in a corner, a small, sad, neglected-looking pink or paeony that is all by itself and has obviously never had a chance in life, you have not the heart to pass it by, to leave it to mourn alone, while the night comes on. You have to go back and pick it, very carefully, and put it in the centre of the bunch among its fair companions, in the place of honour.