Mark Twain Quotes On Kindness Novels & Stories

I can see how hard his life have been, but here he is, still offering kindness to everyone despite of the struggles that he's also going through. "This is a free ride for my last customer today. I'll pray that whatever you're going through right now, may you find your happiness soon, Ma'am. Don't give up. Pray to God. He will listen to you, and he will lessen the burden inside your heart too. Just trust Him, Ma'am." My heart warmed at that. I never expected to be able to hear such warm and kind words from a stranger. I couldn't help but to think that of every people has a heart like his, then we won't probably be suffering from the pain that other people caused too.

"Sometimes I think I'm too much like him. Drinks like a fish, never wants to be home" He trails off when I place my hand on his forearm, looking at him softly. "Mark my words. You could never be like him. You are too kind, too good of a person okay?" Tristan's mouth pops open slightly. "What the hell have you been drinking? No one has ever called me kind before." I smirk at him. That is so Tristan. "Well you are alright? Don't ever think otherwise."

“But you are still the alpha's mate, and you have proven to be a truly wonderful leader. your character is that of leadership and your heart is kind.’’ Mrs. Miriam says cause she holds my hand and Ashes made into her house. She had a simple home. It always reminded me of our Cabin in the forest. I loved it and I was always comfortable with their fruits and now I have a great deal to adjust to. I bring the basket with me and set it on the table. I fumble with the contents inside before bringing out two large pieces of loaf and setting them on the table. She looks at me yet again, her eyes filled with sudden tears. “How do we ever appreciate you for what you do for us? We are parasites. The ki

His compassion and understanding were more than I could have ever hoped for in that moment of vulnerability. "Why are you good to me?" I asked, still feeling unworthy of his kindness. Kevin simply smiled and replied, "Because you are worth it. You are my little Twinkie, my little sister. And I will always be here to support and protect you." His words filled me with a sense of warmth and security, knowing that I had someone who truly cared for me unconditionally.

I can only put my cards on the table and hope it will reach him, somehow. “There’s just so much in life that is bad, and evil, and when you meet someone like her, who is kind, and ...” I swallow a lump in my throat and finally look him in the eye. “I just think that kindness should be repaid by kindness, that’s all. Doesn’t it make sense to you?”

, "Yah, because today is a very special day. I have done all these for you. I am awarding my good wishes to you. Yesterday l couldn't get the chance to do so. All because of that mad man folk" Michael smiled showing his milk teeth as he known Jeisin's habits like his ravenous hunger. She might be irritable but a considerate and empathetic person. Verily he replied to eased her mind, "please forget it Aunt. Some people are like that. Is it not what you always told me that 'patience is the virtue", Yes l believed that but.."

He had never admitted that before. "I don't understand you," he continued. "You should hate everyone in this room." "I don't." "They've been cruel to you." "I know." "Yet you still smile." I lowered my eyes. "My grandmother used to tell me something." "What?" "'If you let cruel people steal your kindness, they win twice.'" He was quiet for a long moment. "Was she wise?" "The wisest person I've ever known." "I think..." His thumb unconsciously brushed against the back of my hand.

I took them, not because I wanted them, but because I respected the gesture. “I haven’t eaten in two days,” he said softly, taking a bite of the chicken sandwich like it was a feast. “And that’s why our Heavenly Father sent me to you,” I replied, offering him my water bottle. He wiped his tears again and again, overcome by emotion. I was too, but I held them in barely. At that moment, I remembered Mom’s words—No matter how little you have, never forget to be kind. You never know who’s praying for a miracle.

I said. He turned off the sound on the TV, giving me his full attention. "For what?” "For saving me. For bringing me here." The words came out quickly, shaky and heartfelt. "You're the only real person I have in my life right now.” His face softened, a quick flash of something more showed in his eyes; maybe it was empathy, or perhaps the weight of his own secret struggles. "Kindness doesn't cost anything. It's just something you do for someone who needs it."

She understood what it meant when they say people are flawed but still worth an inch of you. “Thank you.” She smiled. “I was just returning a favor. When I was in your place, there were several people who stood by me and helped me get through the madness. Now, I am doing the same thing. I may not pay those people back, but I am sure that I would like to pay the favor forward.” “Kindness overflows, creating a ripple effect that makes our world a better place.” She added that, which made me frown in confusion. “How do you do it? How can you still be kind when the world was cruel to you?”