Learning how to show kindness and express genuine love to yourself and others doesn't have to be easy for you read more

Learning how to show kindness and express genuine love to yourself and others doesn't have to be easy for you to know it's the right thing to always do..

The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines. . read more

The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines. . -Charles Kuralt.

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, read more

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.

It is kindness immediately to refuse what you intend to deny.
[Lat., Pars beneficii est, quod petitur, si cito read more

It is kindness immediately to refuse what you intend to deny.
[Lat., Pars beneficii est, quod petitur, si cito neges.]

Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses.

Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses.

Be generous with kindly words, especially about those who are absent.

Be generous with kindly words, especially about those who are absent.

Kindness in words creates confidence, kindness in thinking creates profoundness, kindness in feeling creates love. . -Lao Tzu.

Kindness in words creates confidence, kindness in thinking creates profoundness, kindness in feeling creates love. . -Lao Tzu.

Have you had a kindness shown?
Pass it on;
'Twas not given for thee alone,
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Have you had a kindness shown?
Pass it on;
'Twas not given for thee alone,
Pass it on;
Let it travel down the years,
Let it wipe another's tears,
'Till in Heaven the deed appears--
Pass it on.

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?'