Best 1197 quotes in «goodness quotes» category

It is true that there is so much good in the worst of us, and so much bad in the best of us, but intimately connected with love and forgiveness, faith and hope, that can fill our minds and hearts with positive energy- we can overcome head on, any obstacle or hardship we may encounter.

It's beautiful when you realise how kind, tender, warm and big-hearted a person is that has suffered too much for their own good.

It’s better to be good than evil, but one achieves goodness at a tremendous cost.

It's good to see the snakes revealing themselves. They weren't actually hidden at all. People hide behind the masks, but eventually you see them for who they truly are.

It's never a bad time to do a good deed.

It takes darkness inside of a person to see it in others.

It made her want to stand up next to him and fight. Fight to stay alive long enough to live out her life next to him. Fight for the only thing she knew that was good enough, noble enough, powerful enough to be, worth risking everything. Love.

It made him feel a little uncomfortable sometimes when he reflected that the good little boys always died. He loved to live, you know, and this was the most unpleasant feature about being a Sunday-school-book boy. He knew it was not healthy to be good.

It's ever so important to believe in what you do, trust your ability to create and show yourself worthy. Never sell yourself short.

...it’s so awesome to be Human; we have His ability to feel, we can choose what we want to see based on our feelings… and when we choose to see the goodness around us, we amplify it and increase it to its never-ending limits...

I wanted to be good but I wasn't sure if I was prepared

I've thought about that often since. I mean, about the word nice. Perhaps I mean good. Of course they mean nothing, when you start to think about them. A good man, one says; a good woman; a nice man, a nice woman. Only in talk of course, these are not words you'd use in a novel. I'd be careful not to use them. Yet of that group, I will say simply, without further analysis, that George was a good person, and that Willi was not. That Maryrose and Jimmy and Ted and Johnnie the pianist were good people, and that Paul and Stanley Lett were not. And furthermore, I'd bet that ten people picked at random off the street to meet them, or invited to sit in that party under the eucalyptus trees that night, would instantly agree with this classification-would, if I used the word good, simply like that, know what I meant. And thinking about this, which I have done so much, I discover that I come around, by a back door, to another of the things that obsess me. I mean, of course, this question of 'personality.' Heaven knows we are never allowed to forget that the 'personality' doesn't exist any more. It's the theme of half the novels written, the theme of the sociologists and all the other -ologists. We're told so often that human personality has disintegrated into nothing under pressure of all our knowledge that I've even been believing it. Yet when I look back to that group under the trees, and re-create them in my memory,suddenly I know it's nonsense. Suppose I were to meet Maryrose now, all these years later,she'd make some gesture, or turn her eyes in such a way, and there she'd be, Maryrose, and indestructible. Or suppose she 'broke down,' or became mad. She would break down into her components, and the gesture, the movement of the eyes would remain, even though some connection had gone. And so all this talk, this antihumanist bullying, about the evaporation of the personality becomes meaningless for me at that point when I manufacture enough emotional energy inside myself to create in memory some human being I've known. I sit down, and remember the smell of the dust and the moonlight, and see Ted handing a glass of wine to George, and George's over-grateful response to the gesture. Or I see, as in a slow-motion film, Maryrose turn her head, with her terrifyingly patient smile... I've written the word film. Yes. The moments I remember all have the absolute assurance of a smile, a look, a gesture, in a painting or a film. Am I saying then that the certainty I'm clinging to belongs to the visual arts, and not to the novel, not to the novel at all, which has been claimed by the disintegration and the collapse? What business has a novelist to cling to the memory of a smile or a look, knowing I so well the complexities behind them? Yet if I did not, I'd never be able to set a word down on paper; just as I used to keep myself from going crazy in this cold northern city by deliberately making myself remember the quality of hot sunlight on my skin. And so I'll write again that George was a good man.

I want something good to die for. . . to make it beautiful to live.

I wondered if we were put on this earth only to destroy every beautiful thing, to make chaos. Or were we meant to overcome this? Did bad things happen so that goodness could show through in people?

I've been a perfect lady my entire life, and somebody just tried to shoot me, anyway. Grandmother was wrong. Goodness is not its own reward.

I want to be good...I try to be good, I do try, and to like everybody. But there are some people - some people I can't like, however much I try. I hate them - there!

I wasn’t as untrusting. I had faith in the goodness of people, the perfection of love. What happened? Everything ends. And it’s how they end that leaves the lasting effect.

Learn, Teach, Love, Experience and Grow. That's what I know about this life we live.

Lend your ears to the deaf, your eyes to the blind, your hands to the weak, your tongue to the mute, your mind to the perplexed, and your heart to the weary.

Let God backup the files of your life If the world corrupt your goodness, God will restore them

I wonder if it's harder to be good in this age?

Light and darkness Exist in each of us How bright our essence radiates Is integrally linked with How honorable is our goodness

Light another’s path and the universe will light your own.

Light cannot enter a dark room without illumining it.

Light cannot hide its beauty, not even in darkness.

Light is never lost in the universe; it just flows from one vessel to the next.

Light cannot hide from its own virtues.

Light is all a flower longs for, even when surrounded with priceless jewels.

Live life so damn well and good that death, when it comes to take you, it won't feel that well or good.

Look for something good in each person, even if for some people you have to look a little harder.

Light is always one step ahead of darkness.

Light travels half away around the world while darkness is still putting its shoes on.

Light travels halfway around the world while darkness is still putting its shoes on.

Live and love with your soul's goodness and inner beauty as your heart leaps upward in any season of your life.

Living in a hut with integrity is better than living in a palace with shame.

Living appears good, long, and tiresome, but it is way too short than a single stroke of lightning.

Look, Miranda, he said, those twenty long years that lie between you and me. I've more knowledge of life than you, I've lived more and betrayed more and seen more betrayed. At your age one is bursting with ideals. You think that because I can sometimes see what's trivial and what's important in art that I ought to be more virtuous. But I don't want to be virtuous. My charm (if there is any) for you is simply frankness. And experience. Not goodness. I'm not a good man. Perhaps morally I'm younger even than you are. Can you understand that?

Looking toward the Polish Rider she met his calm tender gentle thoughtful gaze. She thought, what he sees is the face of death. He sees the silence of the valley, its emptiness, its innocence — and beyond it the hideous field of war on which he will die. And his poor horse will die too. He is courage, he is love, he loves what is good, and will die for it, his body will be trampled by horses' hooves, and no one will know his grave. She thought, he is so beautiful, he has the beauty of goodness.

Light in your soul kindles the light in your world.

Love begets joy. Joy begets peace. Peace begets patience. Patience begets kindness. Kindness begets goodness. Goodness begets faithfulness. Faithfulness begets gentleness. Gentleness begets self-control.

Love as much as you can, for as long as you can, and as best as you can.

Love fights with a kiss; hate fights with a fist.

Love hopes. Love helps. Love heals. Love hears.

Love is black. Love is white. Love is brown. Love is humanity.

Love deeply.

Love gives with its eyes closed; hate destroys with its eyes open.

Love in your heart gives you the universe in your hands.

Love is the highest prayer; as God is love, God cannot ignore Himself.

Love is the most beautiful flower in the garden of life.

Love is the soul's music; all its songs are symphonies.