Desire as a motivator for achievement and even for survival isn't a bad thing. It's when desire drives us to grab more than our share or harm others that issues arise.

...the longer one stays in full flight from reality, the more painful will be the landing.

...frankly, many times, the people that we resent either have no idea about it or could care less.

We are not obliged to like everyone, only to love and forgive everyone, sometimes from a distance.

Ego doesn't want us to be loving, forgiving and kind to each other or even to ourselves.

Our reputations are so out of our control that it's laughable how much time and effort so many of us put into trying to "control" them.

Ego very much wants to make you think that your self worth is all about what you possess, what you've accomplished, and who you know.

If you are worrying about reputation, you are taking time away from doing the things that really matter.

When relying solely on ego, we are given many messages that are contrary to the achievement of that happy and fulfilling life that most of us actually desire.

The ego is never satisfied. So, if you're not satisfied with what you have right now, consider what is driving you.

The more "things" I have, the more time I spend thinking about them, moving them around, fixing them, looking for them, or upgrading them.

Devon Hamilton-Zemaitis was a beautiful woman. Being dead didn't change that.

Look at mirror! What do you see in you? Do you see someone who can't amount anything in life or do you see a unique human being that was born to dream and conquer the world.

Silence isn't always agreement. Sometimes people no longer argue because they no longer care.

We overemphasise miracles when we are supposed to be planning and be thinking forward.

There is no graceful way to carry hatred.

PRICE, n. Value, plus a reasonable sum for the wear and tear of conscience in demanding it.

Cherish your friends and family as if your life depended on it. Because it does.

The public doesnt care about my size. Its just something for the media to talk about.

The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.

If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I would not follow, I would be at the bottom to catch them when they fall.