“If we truly loved ourselves, we’d never harm another. That is a truly revolutionary, celebratory mode of self-care.”

We have the power to improve our work lives immeasurably through awareness, compassion, patience & ingenuity.

Fearful of wasting a second, we hoard time as if it were money.

Like water poured from one vessel to another, metta flows freely, taking the shape of each situation without changing its essence.

We cannot simply forgive and forget, nor should we.

Mindfulness helps us get better at seeing the difference between what’s happening and the stories we tell ourselves about what’s happening, stories that get in the way of direct experience. Often such stories treat a fleeting state of mind as if it were our entire and permanent self.

Pain & suffering requires time, awareness, and an intentional practice of self-love to disentangle.

Because the development of inner calm & energy happens completely within & isn’t dependent on another person or a particular situation, we begin to feel a resourcefulness and independence that is quite beautiful—and a huge relief.

To offer our hearts in faith means recognizing that our hearts are worth something, that we ourselves, in our deepest and truest nature, are of value.

Life is like an ever-shifting kaleidoscope – a slight change, and all patterns alter.

We have the power to improve our work lives immeasurably through awareness, compassion, patience & ingenuity.

When we learn to respond to disappointments with acceptance, we give ourselves the space to realize that all our experiences—good and bad alike—are opportunities to learn and grow.

Once someone appears to us primarily as an object, kindness has no place to root.

The embodiment of kindness is often made difficult by our long ingrained patterns of fear and jealousy.

It is awareness of both our shared pain and our longing for happiness that links us to other people and helps us to turn toward them with compassion.

Let the breath lead the way.

Even as we recognize our resentment, bitterness, or jealousy, we can also honor our own wish to be happy, to feel free.

I tried to love you less. I couldn’t.

I love you, with a touch of tragedy and quite madly.

The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another’s heart.

I would have to have a bit of heroism and get out of myself. But I love myself so much!

For not an orphan in the wide world can be so deserted as the child who is an outcast from a living parent’s love.

What draws you to her, tell me what you like so I can practice.

Love, though said to be afflicted with blindness, is a vigilant watchman.

I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape.