Sentences with phrase «wrote about kindness»

Maybe my son had the right idea when he wrote about kindness.

A couple weeks ago I shared a story about Number 6 and the super cute mini essay he wrote about kindness in school.

So, you'd better write about your kindness, patience and love for animals.

Michelle Pierce writes about kindness, gratitude and her busy life in the «burbs with her gardens, kitchen and three adorable shih tzus.

Not exact matches

Who's to say that he didn't write your Bible (and the Quran... and the Book of Mormon... and all of the rest of them), toss in a bit of sugar about love and kindness and eternal bliss, then set the hook, sit back and cackle about all of the perpetual fighting over it all.

Moving... I appreciate your kindness and feel your empathy when you write about the condition of the world outside those walls and there's no doubt in my mind that we can overcome our differences if we try.

My aunt spoke of her dad's love for her mother, who currently lives with demetia, and for his three daugthers; she wrote to me about his kindness and thoughtfulness towards acquaintances such as the security guard at his building, his joyful disposition towards life, and his caring attitude.

And we talked about the lessons we can learn from arranged marriages (not forced or child marriages), where common backgrounds, interests and goals matter more than love at first — although as some women in arranged marriages wrote us, love occurs when you see your husband caring for your children, being a good provider (OK, I have some thoughts on that but I'm just quoting here) and treating his family with respect and kindness.

So when I was thinking about activities we could do to teach him about kindness, I thought writing kind notes and mailing them would be right up his alley.

Loving kindness: Carla Naumburg, Ph.D, who is also a mother of two young children, has written extensively about mindful parenting.

Its message of kindness and its welcoming cadence provide an invitation to write about the people in our world who are not given a voice.

As an extension, students can write poems about kindness using words they think Out of the Blue would contain if it were not wordless, an exercise that would also be a good accompaniment to a lesson on found poetry.

Angelica wrote about her experiences in her 1984 memoir, Deceived with Kindness, written under her married name, Angelica Vanessa Garnett.

You're right, travel writers focus on the kindness of strangers and rarely write about the ones that pass them by in a hurry.

, 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,

In her solo exhibition «Write Injuries on Sand and Kindness in Marble» Büyüktaşçıyan uses the gallery's previous life as a marble factory as a starting point for questions about frameworks of power, labour, production and reconstruction of memory.

(One of the great things about writing these Hubs is that people teach you stuff you would never have run across without their kindness.)

And we talked about the lessons we can learn from arranged marriages (not forced or child marriages), where common backgrounds, interests and goals matter more than love at first — although as some women in arranged marriages wrote us, love occurs when you see your husband caring for your children, being a good provider (OK, I have some thoughts on that but I'm just quoting here) and treating his family with respect and kindness.

It's about connecting children with their inner resources — character strengths like generosity, kindness and empathy as well as talents such as musical ability and writing — to help boost life satisfaction.

If you smile at people, they'll smile back.What Robin Koval and I write about in our book The Power of Nice: How to Conquer the Business World with Kindness (Currency, 2006) is the way you should sell.

Thank you all for your kindness about my new house and the wonderful support you've offered through this process of book writing and home - making.