Sentences with phrase «work out of the kindness»

You are doing important work out of the kindness of your heart.

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@Damian That's sort of my problem right there, Dem's don't really think that a society where everyone is equal and the people who work should, out of the kindness of their hearts, help freeloaders.

Muslims in general if left alone with out your intervention might end up fighting each other due differences of views in their faith, but if west keep on applying pressure causing starvation, harassment and confrontation against Muslims and against their faith, this will only lead them to leave behind their differences and jointly or individually confront their enemies, those who wants to deprive them from their rights of faith and belief and the more they are pressed the more they would complain by reacting and not by words and cries since words and cries seem does not reach, heard or work out now a days since being their judges and executors are all of non religious such as atheists, infidels, polytheists who consider their vast interests above all humanity and faith issues such as mercy, leniency, compassion, pity, sympathy, kindness all that of human mutual heavenly code of conduct.!?

They practice kindness to all things and work with their friends to compost and garden and create art and music out of natural materials.

How amazing and wonderful this medium of blogging is - that one can put your passion, thoughts, and creative work out there into the world and be met with such support and kindness?

Parental care, cooperation and reciprocal kindness are facts of life long before we thought to rationalise such motives, and work out how to resolve motivational conflicts.

i'm a musician free spirited awesome friend and lover i do yoga work out religiously teach MMA meditate and lean towards buddhism if anything although i'm not a fan of «organized religion» i believe in kindness consideration loyal friendly helpful service to others honesty laughter and happiness...

Bodet filmed a documentary on him in 2007 (Le carré de la fortune, co-directed with Emmanuel Levaufre) and she and Bozon edited a collection of Delahaye's critical writings for Capricci in 2010, À la fortune du beau, a book which has ensured his work remains accessible to contemporary readers.11 Upon Delahaye's death, Ropert described him as a «powerful speaker with humble roots from another age, hardened by a life of brutal detours, passing from fury to kindness without warning, he was a character straight out of Victor Hugo.»

A powerful story of a father and son trying to make it to a safe haven in a post-apocalyptic world where food is scarce and kindness is even harder to find, this book, in this humble writer's opinion, is McCarthy's best work to date, if only because it stands out from his normal wheelhouse.

Though what i paid cant be compared with the good work i received, but out of pity and kindness of HackMania group.i cant thank them enough that recommending such a heart of gold to the public for persuade.Thanks

I work at a no kill shelter and everyone wants us to do things «out of the kindness of our hearts.»

Through the great kindness of Mrs. Stonex, we are able to include here an early pedigree which she worked out from Lord Tweedmouth's stud book, adding notations from her own research into British Kennel Club registrations.

, 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,