Mark Twain Quotes On Kindness Novels & Stories

I saw the pain in the man’s eyes as he sat himself down on the bench next to me. Maybe I had said too much. He has been kind enough to bring me from the hospital today… maybe I should try a little to be kinder. What was that thing my grandmother used to say to me? Kindness costs you nothing? Something like that...

"Goodbye, Casey. Take care." As Casey left my room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment. Helping others, even in the smallest of ways, brought a sense of purpose to my life. And as I settled back into my chair, the events of the day replayed in my mind, reminding me of the power of kindness and the impact it could have on the lives of those around us.

“But if the people in the house dread seeing you every morning, eventually none of the work matters anymore.” I study him more closely. “And what if the people in the house are difficult?” A faint smile crosses his face. “Then I’d remind myself that I’m working in their home, not fighting for territory in it.” I smile despite myself. Before responding, I turn toward the older woman. “And you?” She folds her hands neatly in her lap. “Kindness,” she answers without hesitation. “A home without kindness feels cold no matter how beautiful it is. Children, old people… they remember how you treated them long after they forget the work you did.”

TAWNY A meaningful life is not about being rich, being popular, being highly educated or being perfect it is about being real, being humble, being strong and being able to share ourselves and touch the lives of others without expecting anything in return. Never! I mean never do something for someone or help them and then later make noise about ' I did this and that for you,' the more kind and humble we stay, the more the Almighty blesses us. ... I was so stunned by what happened that I turned to my girlfriend the second my door was shut.

She paused for a moment, her expression thoughtful as she spoke. "It’s the little things. But I suppose the biggest thing is witnessing kindness and spreading it. If my smile can brighten a stranger's day, then that day is worth living. Maybe, one day, I’ll touch someone’s heart in a way that prevents them from following through on thoughts they might have had, like taking their life. That would mean something. With my friends and acquaintances, if I can make a positive impact, that’s what counts. It might sound arrogant, but I hope to be that little nudge in someone's life—significant enough to help them change. Though, most people end up crediting themselves and never really acknowledge th

"To be honest I wanted to say thank you for the other night. You could have called the cops but you didn't, you chose not to jump to conclusions." "It's okay," I waved my hand dismissively to camouflage the warmth swirling inside at his sincerity, "my mother always told me kindness deserves to be given to every passing face we see." He smiled and a light appeared in his eye as he pointed out, "She sounds like a smart woman." "Yeah she is..." I smiled lightly at the mere thought of her, "but she was pretty wasted at the time she said it." He chuckled, lines forming at the corners of his eyes as a deep sound rumbled out of him. "Now that's how you make a joke," I said smiling.

It was a laugh that made you smile and helped calm my nerves. “You assume that I care what they think. Something you learn in life is to decide who to reserve your sincerity for and who to reserve your tolerance for.” “Truer words have never been spoken.” Xander raised his cup of coffee to Marcus. I could not help but laugh either. It was a lesson that I had to learn as well. It sounded like something Papa would say. The kindness that Marcus always shared reminded me of him. I bet they would have liked each other if they would have been given the chance to meet one another.

“Don’t let this war change you. Don’t let it make you hard and cold. You have a gentle heart, a good soul…don’t lose that.” “You’re doing okay.” I’m shocked by what she said. “Do you think I’m cruel and unkind?” “When you have to be.” “Yes,” I agree. “When I have to be, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy killing people.” That’s not entirely true. Sometimes, I relish in it, especially when I get to kill someone that hurt one of mine. “Stay kind, my Willow, if you don’t we’ll all lose our way.” “Kindness gets you nowhere. Look what kindness did to me.” She angrily wipes a stray tear from her cheek, but she doesn’t back down, she keeps staring at me, daring me to contradict her.

I clasped my hands together nervously. "I..." "I came to thank you." He tilted his head. "For what?" I laughed softly. "For everything." "For saving my aunt." "For saving me." "For giving us a place to stay." "For reminding me that there are still kind people in this world." His expression softened. "You don't owe me thanks." "I wanted to help." "But why?" He looked into my eyes. "Because sometimes..." "The people who need kindness the most are the ones who have forgotten what it feels like."

He slowly stood up, walked around the table, and pulled up an empty chair right next to mine. "Listen to me, Ivy," Richard said. His voice was steady like a rock. "Kindness does not require a reason. We do not help people because they have money or expensive titles. We help people because they are human beings." "I am not used to it," I whimpered, looking down at my lap. "I don't know how to accept kindness. It feels... foreign. It feels like I don't deserve it." Margaret reached across the table and covered my hand with her warm palm.