Kindness is more than deeds. It is an attitude, an expression, a look, a touch. It is anything that lifts another person.

Yet do I fear thy nature. It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way.

Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkercher about your brows-- The best I had, a princess wrought it me-- And I did never ask it you again; And with my hand at midnight held your head, And like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time, Saying, 'What lack you?' and 'Where lies your grief?'

A little more than kin, and less than kind!

I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

This is the way to kill a wife; with kindness.