#kind

If you can live with less of what you have. You can be more of who you are. ↗

— Celso Cukierkorn

#kindness #love #love

Loving means losing control of our schedule, our money, and our time. When we love we cease to be the master and become a servant. ↗

— Paul Miller

#love

We begin to resemble what we focus on. If we devote our lives to our jobs, then we mentally take the office to our daughter’s lacrosse game. ↗

— Paul Miller

#love

Surely God loves to get out of church buildings and go visit people where they hunger for reality. ↗

— Dylan Morrison

#love

I was always amused by the prayers of the saintly. “God do this, God don’t do that.” I thought God probably laughed at them too, unless He was a little annoyed by their temerity. ↗

— Jean Plaidy

#love

It doesn't promise to solve or erase suffering but to transform it, pledging that by loving one another, even through pain, we will find more life. And it insists that by opening ourselves to strangers, the despised or frightening or unintelligible other, we will see more and more of the holy, since, without exception, all people are one body: God's. ↗

— Sara Miles

#life

Humankind is innocent, loving, and creative, you dig? It's the bureaucracies that create the evil, that make Honor and Community impossible, and it's the kids who really take it in the groin. ↗

— Paul Goodman

#goodman #humankind #paul #love

The Librarian was not familiar with love, which had always struck him as a bit ethereal and soppy, but kindness, on the other hand, was practical. You knew where you were with kindness, especially if you were holding a pie it had just given you. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#love #love

It is not about how much money we make or how big and powerful our work appears to others, it is about the love with which we put into each act of kindness toward another human being. ↗

— Joyce Vissell

#human-being #kindness #love #love

I felt no shame in these activities, because I understood what almost no one else seemed to grasp: that there was only an infinitesimal difference, a difference so small that it barely existed except as a figment of the human imagination, between working in a tall green glass building on Park Avenue and collecting litter in a park. In fact, there may have been no difference at all. ↗

— Jennifer Egan

#imagination