Feel the feelings and drop the story.

We work on ourselves in order to help others, but also we help others in order to work on ourselves.

To put it concisely, we suffer when we resist the noble and irrefutable truth of impermanence and death.

It is possible to move through the drama of our lives without believing so earnestly in the character that we play. That we take ourselves so seriously, that we are so absurdly important in our own minds, is a problem for us. We feel justified in being annoyed with everything. We feel justified in denigrating ourselves or in feeling that we are more clever than other people. Self-importance hurts us, limiting us to the narrow world of our likes and dislikes. We end up bored to death with ourselves and our world. We end up never satisfied.

When you begin to touch your heart or let your heart be touched, you begin to discover that it's bottomless.

All ego really is, is our opinions, which we take to be solid, real, and the absolute truth about how things are.

Never underestimate the power of compassionately recognizing what's going on.