I was still water, held by my surroundings.I am now a river, carving my own path.

Compassion grows in the recognition that we are all the same.If you can’t see some part of yourself in every single person you encounter, then you’re not looking closely enough, at the person or at yourself.

If you can’t see some part of yourself in every single person you encounter, then you’re not looking closely enough, at the person or at yourself.

With each day that passes, it becomes more and more clear that the most true way to make it through this life is with the deepest possible commitment to compassion and a relentless dedication to love.

I can think of no greater way to live my life than with as much love as I can give, as often as I can give it.

As much as I love to see the sun setting behind a city skyline,and to feel the pure majesty of a wild river or soaring mountain,and to fade, then disappear into a transcendent book, song or film,I am always most astounded, moved and transported by the warmthand kindness of a loving person. Always.

Kindness danced through the streets,leaving warmer hearts and smiles everywhere it dared to show itself.

You change our world for the better by changing our world for the better.

There is so much we’ll likely never agree on, but can we at least agree to be respectful and kind to each other anyway.