Until we question our stressful thoughts, we remain victims of the images in our head.
If I'm okay with dying, my son is at least as enlightened as that. If I'm okay with my cancer, my son is at least as enlightened as I am.
When we question our thoughts, we see that the craziness was never in the world, but in us.
I believe in the power of every human being to end suffering.
I'm most inspired whenever I hear of even the smallest act of human kindness.
Who I believed myself to be was a hopeless case. I would wake up in the mornings and notice I was still alive and breathing and hate God, hate myself, hate life, and contemplate ways of killing myself.