kindness

Good is to be found neither in the sermons of religious teachers and prophets, nor in the teachings of sociologists and popular leaders, nor in the ethical systems of philosophers... And yet ordinary people bear love in their hearts, are naturally full of love and pity for any living thing. At the end of the day's work they prefer the warmth of the hearth to a bonfire in the public square.Yes, as well as this terrible Good with a capital 'G', there is everyday human kindness. The kindness of an old woman carrying a piece of bread to a prisoner, the kindness of a soldier allowing a wounded enemy to drink from his water-flask, the kindness of youth towards age, the kindness of a peasant hiding an old Jew in his loft. The kindness of a prison guard who risks his own liberty to pass on letters written by a prisoner not to his ideological comrades, but to his wife and mother.The private kindness of one individual towards another; a petty, thoughtless kindness; an unwitnessed kindness. Something we could call senseless kindness. A kindness outside any system of social or religious good.But if we think about it, we realize that this private, senseless, incidental kindness is in fact eternal. It is extended to everything living, even to a mouse, even to a bent branch that a man straightens as he walks by.Even at the most terrible times, through all the mad acts carried out in the name of Universal Good and the glory of States, times when people were tossed about like branches in the wind, filling ditches and gullies like stones in an avalanche _ even then this senseless, pathetic kindness remained scattered throughout life like atoms of radium.

May my thoughts of kindness stretch over like a warm blanket to envelop your being and caress your soul.

...there was a difference between killing for nourishment and killing for curiosity or sport.

The worst have scraped out the mantle of the best and wear it around as something real. It takes no genius to see that. But I moved to San Francisco because the masquerade of kindly gestures is, at least, kind. And it remains kind. And all the people who would sit back and comment on the garishness of the costumes, the hollowness of the dialogue, the lack of divine conviction, well, all those people are either dead or fifteen years old.

You are funny like a kid and awesome like a princessUnseen like an angel, like the morning sunshine_ Kindness like a river and highness like a mountain, In the middle of the Rheine, the cute face and sweet lips _(La la la la, La la , mmmm , mm _)Keep the lovely smile, in your juicy icy eyes Open the heaven for my eyes, forever angel voice Never angry never harsh, never mad never marsh Dear or darling, either diamond or dime, Overall the dream of the world

Once he got there, he stopped and looked back. __ou know, the thing about manners is that we only seem to notice the lack of them in others. It's a lot harder to see mistakes in ourselves.

Every man on earth is sick with the fever of sin, with the blindness of sin and is overcome with its fury. As sins consist mostly of malice and pride, it is necessary to treat everyone who suffers from the malady of sin with kindness and love. This is an important truth, which we often forget. Very often we act in the opposite manner: we add malice to malice by our anger, we oppose pride with pride. Thus, evil grows within us and does not decrease; it is not cured _ rather it spreads

As I read the Qur__n and prayed the Islamic prayers, a door to my heart was unsealed and I was immersed in an overwhelming tenderness.

Authentic kindness has a power greater than rock, paper and scissors combined.

If you can be Kind in the Land of Rudeness, you can be King in the Land of Kindness.

When boys unite hearts they become gentlemen.

Sometimes you only get one chance to rewrite the qualities of the character you played in a person's life story. Always take it. Never let the world read the wrong version of you.

The people are hungry,_ Mihali said. He lifted his hands, spreading them to encompass the city. __he people need to be fed. They need bread and wine and soup and meat. But not just that. They need friendship._ He pointed to a minor noble, some viscount decked out in his finest foppish frills, who poured a bottle of St. Adom__ Festival wine into the cups of a half-dozen street urchins.__hey need companionship,_ Mihali said. __hey need love and brotherhood._ He turned to Tamas. He reached out with one hand, putting a palm to Tamas__ cheek. Instinct told Tamas to step back. He found that he couldn__.__ou gorged them on the blood of the nobility,_ Mihali said gently. __hey drank, but were not filled. They ate of hatred and grew hungrier._ He took a deep breath. __our intentions were_ well, not pure, but just. Justice is never enough._ He let go of Tamas and turned to the square. __ will put things right,_ he said. He puffed out his chest and spread his arms. __ will feed all of Adro. It is what they need.

ALways be careful what you say. You can always say you're sorry, but you can never take back what you said.

Kindness always leaves a timeless deposit on the heart.

At length, when I considered it, I realized that the best of my actions were small things. Picking flowers and cooking food for my mother when she had been unwell, spending an afternoon with the children, sending money to my sister or kissing Henry__ tiny head as he slept in the nursery before I left. I thought of every detail and afterwards I felt better. Hellfire and brimstone have never appealed to me and I admit I become easily confused thinking of right and wrong. But I do understand kindness.

A Godly mother`s seed of faith yields a bounty of faithfulness.

The sense of fulfillment is often hidden in acts of kindness