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..

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.]

Spread love everywhere you go: First of all in your own house... let no one ever come to you without read more

Spread love everywhere you go: First of all in your own house... let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God's kindness; kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile, kindness.

A little more than kin, and less than kind!

A little more than kin, and less than kind!

Kindness can become its own motive. We are made kind by being kind. -Eric Hoffer.

Kindness can become its own motive. We are made kind by being kind. -Eric Hoffer.

Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles, and kindnesses, and read more

Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles, and kindnesses, and small obligations, given habitually, are what win and preserve the heart and secure comfort

Remember there's no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end.

Remember there's no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end.

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.

Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
I knit my handkercher about your brows--
read more

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?'