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Kindness is loving people more than they deserve.
Kindness is loving people more than they deserve.
Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless. -Mother Theresa.
Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless. -Mother Theresa.
Wherever there is a human being there is an opportunity for a
kindness.
[Lat., Unicumque homo est, ibi read more
Wherever there is a human being there is an opportunity for a
kindness.
[Lat., Unicumque homo est, ibi beneficio locus est.]
A little more than kin, and less than kind!
A little more than kin, and less than kind!
Kindness is more than deeds. It is an attitude, an expression, a look, a touch. It is anything that lifts read more
Kindness is more than deeds. It is an attitude, an expression, a look, a touch. It is anything that lifts another person.
My feeling is that there is nothing in life but refraining from hurting others, and comforting those who are sad.
My feeling is that there is nothing in life but refraining from hurting others, and comforting those who are sad.
I expect to pass through this world but once; any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness read more
I expect to pass through this world but once; any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.
Kwon Yin from China
Jesus from Israel
Buddha from India
Rumi from Afghanistan
Martin Luther King read more
Kwon Yin from China
Jesus from Israel
Buddha from India
Rumi from Afghanistan
Martin Luther King from America
Leo Tolstoy from Russia
and
millions of anonymous women and men
live nonviolence
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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?'
