In being with dying, we arrive at a natural crucible of what it means to love and be loved. And we can ask ourselves this: Knowing that death is inevitable, what is most precious today?

Many of us think that compassion drains us, but I promise you it is something that truly enlivens us.

May I see my own limits with compassion, just as I view the limits of others.

Compassion may be defined as the capacity to be attentive to the experience of others, to wish the best for others, and to sense what will truly serve others.

Compassionate action emerges from the sense of openness, connectedness, and discernment you have created.

Don't ever think compassion is weak. Compassion is about strength.

We live in a time when science is validating what humans have known throughout the ages: that compassion is not a luxury; it is a necessity for our well-being, resilience, and survival.

Catastrophe is the essence of the spiritual path, a series of breakdowns allowing us to discover the threads that weave all of life into a whole cloth.

We believe that it takes a strong back and a soft front to face the world.

All beings, including each one of us, enemy and friend alike, exist in patterns of mutuality, interconnectedness, co-responsibility and ultimately in unity.

Most of us are shrinking in the face of psycho-social and physical poisons, of the toxins of our world. But compassion, the generation of compassion, actually mobilizes our immunity.

Every penny that has always been earned with integrity by a person to lead life with a real simplicity has only perhaps helped to serve Almighty & protect and preserve humanity in the society.

I don't understand this irony - valuable things like cars, gold, diamond are made up of hard materials but most valuable things like money, contracts and books are made up of soft paper.

My best days are Monday through Friday, and Saturday and Sunday." "Ian, " Wesley noted, "that covers the whole week." Ian nods his head. "Pretty much.

Cracks make caves collapse.

Time hates love, wants love poor,/but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.

If you want to demoralize somebody's spirit, you take away their hope.

Sometimes fear is wholesome and rational; it is well to swing fear as a mighty battle-axe over men's heads when no other motive will move them.

I never think over my mistakes. I just live up to them.

But even in the schoolyard I'd been aware of that silence, that reserve in him, as though he'd been raised by foxes and language was his second language.