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?'
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Kindness is in our power, even when fondness is not.
Kindness is in our power, even when fondness is not.
It is a bit embarrassing to have been concerned with the human problem all one's life and find at the read more
It is a bit embarrassing to have been concerned with the human problem all one's life and find at the end that one has no more to offer by way of advice than 'try to be a little kinder
Kindness is like snow - it beautifies everything it covers
Kindness is like snow - it beautifies everything it covers
A little more than kin, and less than kind!
A little more than kin, and less than kind!
It is difficult to tell how much men's minds are conciliated by a
kind manner and gentle speech.
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It is difficult to tell how much men's minds are conciliated by a
kind manner and gentle speech.
[Lat., Sed tamen difficile dictu est, quantopere conciliat animos
hominum comitas affabilitasque sermonis.]
The Romans assisted their allies and friends, and acquired
friendships by giving rather than receiving kindness.
[Lat., Sociis read more
The Romans assisted their allies and friends, and acquired
friendships by giving rather than receiving kindness.
[Lat., Sociis atque amicis auxilia portabant Romani, magisque
dandis quam accipiundis beneficiis amicitias parabant.]
Be kind to unkind people - they need it the most
Be kind to unkind people - they need it the most
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.
There's no dearth of kindness
In the world of ours;
Only in our blindness
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There's no dearth of kindness
In the world of ours;
Only in our blindness
We gather thorns for flowers.
