Sentences with phrase «what human kindness»

«I didn't know what human kindness was till I came here [that is, into the hospital].»

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He has showed you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God (Mi 6:8): God hopes, indeed expects, mercy to emerge from liberated and sanctified human nature; God hopes, and indeed expects, that human beings should be just, merciful, and loving freely, not from compulsion.

There are things that do not fall into that category: friendship, joy, sorrow, love, hatred, kindness and much else of what makes us humans unique in this measurable universe.

Isn't it a shame that human nature, being what it is, has special words for people who act in truth and kindness, showing courage for others instead of only self - righteousness or self - preservation?

What I feel is perfectly human, meaning that I have good days and not so good days, but I live according to my own «moral compass» and try to treat everyone with kindness and compassion.

However, the fullness of what we experience in the human race, «not only the occasional rare and truly selfless individuals that there are, but the thousand small, routine acts of kindness that enable every society to run reasonably smoothly», simply can not, be based solely on the human genetic make - up.

Kindness is the most important thing, there is nothing more important to be as a human being what an important message.

It took a lot of courage for me to do this, but it has helped define what I need to «click» with a teacher: basic human kindness, respect for the student, and gratitude that they have come to class, regardless of how their body performs each day.

In a time of their own tragedy and sorrow, the Sri Lankans exhibited what is best about the human spirit: courage, kindness, and generosity.

In this presentation, author and education leader Jimmy Casas shares insights into what it takes to cultivate a community of learners who embody the innately human traits our world desperately needs, such as kindness, honesty, and compassion.

In this presentation, an author and education leader shares insights into what it takes to cultivate a community of learners who embody the innately human traits our world desperately needs, such as kindness, honesty, and compassion.

Humans are the reason the cats are there, it is our duty to treat them with kindness and do what we can to help them while bringing down the population over time.

Breeding dogs will never leave these horrific enclosures or know what it feels like to be loved or shown kindness from a human.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

It is amazing what simple everyday little kindnesses shown to one another does for the human spirit of love!