My mom told me, it’s better to trust people than to doubt them. She said that people aren’t born with kind hearts. When we’re born, all we have are desires for food and material things. Selfish instincts, I guess. But she said that kindness is something that grows inside of each person’s body, but it’s up to us to nurture that kindness in our hearts. That’s why kindness is different for every person. Wishes are given at birth, that's why they are simple and understandable. Kindness is something that everyone creates themselves, so it's so easy to overlook it or mistake it for hypocrisy.
— What happened to you, Morgana? As a child you're so kind, so compassionate.
— I grew up.
Constant kindness can accomplish much. As the sun makes ice melt, kindness causes misunderstanding, mistrust, and hostility to evaporate.
"I just wonder if perhaps your heart might be a bit bigger than you want to let on?"
"There are some people who say that I don't have a heart at all."
"Why would they say that?"
"Because they know me well."
Kindness can only be repaid with kindness. It can’t be repaid with expressions like thank you.
You're νery kind. Someday it'll get you killed.
A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; black beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly.
Love and kindness are never wasted. They always make a difference. They bless the one who receives them, and they bless you, the giver.
His kindheartedness was even greater than his generosity, for the one knew no bounds, while the other, of necessity, had its limits.