Unintentional Kindness Quotes & Sayings

It is Love that transforms it from black and white, to breathtaking, beautiful inspiring colors — Shelina Zahra Janmohamed

I threw away over 1,200 finished pages of my last memoir and broke the delete key on my keyboard changing my mind. If I had any balls at all, I'd make a brooch out of it. — Mary Karr

And i'm certain, i'm so suddenly certain that everything is exactly the way it's supposed to be, that I don't have to be afraid of good-bye; because good-bye doesn't have to be forever. — Jenny Han

Some say an army of horsemen, or infantry,
A fleet of ships is the fairest thing
On the face of the black earth, but I say
It's what one loves. — Sappho

I'm not a New Yorker. I grew up in Detroit. A lot of people think it's one big city but they're completely different. — Mike Binder

Hey, Violet," Dust says. "Your mom's in the kitchen. — Katie McGarry

It is similar to one brother asking another, "Why did you grow up to be a drunk?" The answer is "Because Dad was a drunk." The second brother then asks, "Why didn't you grow up to be a drunk?" The answer is "Because Dad was a drunk." Some more complete answers are found in Robert Ressler's classic book Whoever Fights Monsters. He speaks of the tremendous importance of the early puberty period for boys. Before then, the anger of these boys might have been submerged and without focus, perhaps turned inward in the form of depression, perhaps (as in most cases) just denied, to emerge later. But during puberty, this anger collides with another powerful force, one of the most powerful in nature: sexuality. Even at this point, say Ressler and others, these potential hosts of monsters can be turned around through the (often unintentional) intervention of people who show kindness, support, or even just interest. I can say from experience that it doesn't take much. — Gavin De Becker

Edwin Yorke was attractive and intelligent and employed--the holy trifecta of good men. — Tiffany Reisz

I remembered Robyn telling me the story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, and how they'd survived: when the King chucked them in the furnace and an angel or someone went in with them. The furnace blazed all around them but they didn't burn.
And it did calm me. I don't know if it was Robyn or an angel or even God himself was in the boot, but I was starting to suspect that whenever I wanted God, he was there. Only not necessarily in the form I wanted, or doing what I wanted ... In the pitch of the black boot I clung to the image of a fiery furnace, and it wasn't the furnace or Hell either. — John Marsden

Complaining is the qualifying trait of the Weak, to be disqualified by the Wise in every sense. — Saurabh Dudeja