When we talk about compassion we talk in terms of being kind. But compassion is not so much being kind; it is being creative [enough] to wake a person up

The bad news is you're falling through the air, nothing to hang on to, no parachute. The good news is, there's no ground.

To be a spiritual warrior, one must have a broken heart; without a broken heart and the sense of tenderness and vulnerability, your warriorship is untrustworthy.

In the garden of gentle sanity, May you be bombarded by coconuts of wakefulness.

We are always in transition. If you can just relax with that, you'll have no problem.

We cannot change the way the world is, but by opening ourselves to the world as it is, we may find that gentleness, decency and bravery are available - not only to us, but to all human beings.

You are sitting on the earth and you realize that this earth deserves you and you deserve this earth. You are there - fully, personally, genuinely.

A great deal of the chaos in the world occurs because people don't appreciate themselves.

The emphasis on practice is because it is the only time in your life you can steer your karmic situation.

Gentle day's flower - The hummingbird competes With the stillness of the air.

We are threatened by the now so we jump to the past or the future.

Over time, parents have barnacled the most routine activities in infancy with their own preoccupations. It's sometimes hard to see the baby for all the barnacles.

You cannot aspire for greatness and fit in at the same time.

For many of us, the curtain has just come down on childhood.

It’s become clear that our gadgets give us ever more freedom to do anything our socially isolated little hearts desire—except stop using them.

Dorian’s going to love this.”She glared. “I swear to God, you tell him, and I’ll” — what the hell could you threaten an alpha with?—“I’ll tell Hawke you want to go on daily bonding runs with him.

Fear is a message - sometimes helpful, sometimes not - but often conveying critical information about our beliefs, our needs, and our relationship to the world around us.

And no photographs taken with the aid of flashlight either, if only out of respect of the actual light—even when there isn't any of it.

Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.

Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my hand. "It is a good life, Hazel Grace.

The natural-born investor is a myth.