Kindness is the sunshine in which virtue grows.

Kindness is the sunshine in which virtue grows.

Just for today, I will let go of anger.
Just for today, I will let go of worry.
Today, I read more

Just for today, I will let go of anger.
Just for today, I will let go of worry.
Today, I will count my many blessings.
Today, I will do my work honestly.
Today, I will be kind to every living creature.

Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear, and the blind can read

Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear, and the blind can read

Three things in human life are important. The first is to be kind. The second is to be kind. And read more

Three things in human life are important. The first is to be kind. The second is to be kind. And the third is to be kind.

Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God's kindness: kindness read more

Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God's kindness: kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile.

Whether one believes in a religion or not, and whether one believes in rebirth or not, there isn't anyone who read more

Whether one believes in a religion or not, and whether one believes in rebirth or not, there isn't anyone who doesn't appreciate kindness and compassion.

Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for a kindness.

Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for a kindness.

Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles, and kindnesses, and read more

Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles, and kindnesses, and small obligations, given habitually, are what win and preserve the heart and secure comfort

Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
I knit my handkercher about your brows--
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Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
I knit my handkercher about your brows--
The best I had, a princess wrought it me--
And I did never ask it you again;
And with my hand at midnight held your head,
And like the watchful minutes to the hour,
Still and anon cheered up the heavy time,
Saying, 'What lack you?' and 'Where lies your grief?'