It's kind of awkward to eat alone in a restaurant because everybody's looking at me. Louis C.K.
It's kind of awkward to eat alone in a restaurant because everybody's looking at me.
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle. Plato
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle.
We live in the kind of society where, in almost all cases, hard work is rewarded. Neil deGrasse Tyson
We live in the kind of society where, in almost all cases, hard work is rewarded.
A kind gesture can reach a wound that only compassion can heal. Steve Maraboli
A kind gesture can reach a wound that only compassion can heal.
I happen to be the kind of reader who, if I like something, I don't want it to end. Garth Risk Hallberg
I happen to be the kind of reader who, if I like something, I don't want it to end.
You must reward the kind of behavior that you want. James Mattis
You must reward the kind of behavior that you want.
There may not be much future for the kind of sports column I did. George Vecsey
There may not be much future for the kind of sports column I did.
I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there. Charles Bukowski
I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.
I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. William Shakespeare
I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
I'm a Brooklyn guy onstage, and I try to really feed my fans with the kind of material they expect from me. Andrew Dice Clay
I'm a Brooklyn guy onstage, and I try to really feed my fans with the kind of material they expect from me.
“There are three ways to ultimate success: The first way is to be kind. The second way is to be kind. The third way is to be kind.” Fred Rogers
“There are three ways to ultimate success: The first way is to be kind. The second way is to be kind. The third way is to be kind.”
It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road. J. D. Salinger
It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.
