kindness

We don__ have the right to forgive people; it is not only about our kindness or gentleness, it is about keeping the justice stable.

A mother`s job is not complete till she has taught and imbibed God`s Words, and principles into her kids.

You cannot simply read the Quran,not if you take it seriously.You either have surrendered to it already or you fight it.It attacks tenaciously,directly,personally; it debates,criticizes,shames and challenges.From the outset it draws the line of battle, and I was on other side.

The essence of life change when we admire our teachers kindneess.

Sometimes when you__e struggling to see kindness in the world, you need to be the creator of it to remind yourself it does exist.

If we all do one random act of kindness daily, we just might set the world in the right direction.

Some people don__ want to hurt your feelings.

A purposeful act or extension of kindness to another is never wasted, for it always resides in the hearts of all involved in a chain of love.

If you manage to make it to some semblance of adulthood, just showing up turns out to be one of the kindest, most selfless things you can do for someone.

As much as I don__ want it to be true, the reasons I don__ do something define me as a person even more so, perhaps, than the reasons I do something.

Your little kindness made the whole world my enemy, but I am not scared.

Kindness was too painful. It had been a long time since he had had to endure it.

My mother had a kindness that embraced all life.She knew her place well and was comfortable in giving everything she had.This is the tradition of native women.

a small amount of kindness can make a large amount of difference

Why had he committed this terrible sin? Everything in the world was insignificant compared to what he had lost. Everything in the world is insignificant compared to the truth and purity of one small man _ even the empire stretching from the Black Sea to the Pacific Ocean, even science itself.Then he realized that it still wasn't too late. He still had the strength to lift up his head, to remain his mother's son.And he wasn't going to try to console himself or justify what he had done. He wanted this mean, cowardly act to stand all his life as a reproach; day and night it would be something to bring him back to himself. No, no, no! He didn't want to strive to be a hero _ and then preen himself over his courage.Every hour, every day, year in, year out, he must struggle to be a man, struggle for his right to be pure and kind. He must do this with humility. And if it came to it, he mustn't be afraid even of death; even then he must remain a man.'Well then, we'll see,' he said to himself. 'Maybe I do have enough strength. Your strength, Mother...

Many people believe they have found the key to Heaven's gate, not realizing that there is no key hole. It is a barrier upon which you must knock. And I believe that it is by our small and simple acts of kindness that we find the gate left ajar.

God provides something to you through somebody. Thats same God can give something to somebody through you. If you make yourself a greedy traffic on the way and deprive the final destined owner of what you supposed to keep provisionally, you make God upset.

Things could change so entirely, in a heartbeat; the world could be made entirely anew, because someone was kind.