There is love in this world, and it lives within us as who we really are, not who we think we are.

Bliss is easy, just take a drug. What is hard is feeling good about our real selves.

Grace surrounds us and holds us like the sky holds everything in it … and as soon as I find a way to let go of my story, I keep seeing over and over again that grace is always here and it includes the forgetting and the remembering. The practice is the opening of the hand to catch the raindrops, which are always falling. If you don't open your hand, you get wet, but you don't get much to drink.

It's inexplicable why somebody can lose a leg and it doesn't effect them at all emotionally; and another person can lose a foot and be destroyed for the rest of their lives.

You can't manipulate a heart open. You can only allow it to open in the right circumstances.

Real compassion is not emotional. Real compassion is based on the experience that all beings, which might appear separate, are actually a part of my own body, and I am a part of the body of the universe. We are not separate. So if one being hurts, I also hurt.

Grace removes obstacles that we don’t even know are there. Grace is what arranges our lives so we are forced to look within.