Unkindness

A blow struck in anger oft causes less pain than a deliberate act of unkindness.

Kindness in ourselves is the honey that blunts the sting of unkindness in another.

There is none made so great but he may both need the help and service, and stand in fear of the power and unkindness, even of the meanest of mortals.

More hearts pine away in secret anguish for unkindness from those who should be their comforters, that for any other calamity in life.

Unkind language is sure to produce the fruits of unkindness, that is, suffering in the bosoms others.

More hearts pine away in secret anguish for unkindness from those who should be their comforters than for any other calamity in life.

Every unkindness to another is a little Death in the Divine Image; nor can Man exist but by Brotherhood.

A small unkindness is a great offence.

Since trifles make the sum of human things, and half our misery from our foibles springs; since life’s best joys consist in peace and ease, and few can save or serve, but all may please; Oh! let th’ ungentle spirit learn from hence a small unkindness is a great offense, large bounties to restore we wish in vain, but all may shun the guilt of giving pain.

As unkindness has no remedy at law, let its avoidance be with you a point of honor.

He who has once stood beside the grave, to look back upon the companionship which has been forever closed, feeling how impotent there are the wild love, or the keen sorrow, to give one instant’s pleasure to the measure to the departed spirit for the hour of unkindness, will scarcely for the future incur that debt to the heart which can only be discharged to the dust.

I prefer you to make mistakes in kindness than work miracles in unkindness.

Unkindness has no Remedy at Law.

Words can be worrisome, poeple complex, motives and manners unclear, grant her the wisdom to choose her path right, free from unkindness and fear.

When the veil of death has been drawn between us and the objects of our regard, how quick-sighted do we become to their merits, and how bitterly do we remember words, or even looks, of unkindness which may have escaped in our intercourse with them.

I think she might at least have waited till the funeral was over,' said Amanda in a scandalized voice.

With art and knavery we live through half the year; with knavery and art we live through the other.