True compassion does not come from wanting to help out those less fortunate than ourselves but from realizing our kinship with all beings.

Each time you stay present with fear and uncertainty, you're letting go of a habitual way of finding security and comfort.

The real thing that we renounce is the tenacious hope that we could be saved from being who we are.

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

Do I prefer to grow up and relate to life directly, or do I choose to live and die in fear?

Compassionate action involves working with ourselves as much as working with others.

It isn't what happens to us that causes us to suffer; it's what we say to ourselves about what happens.