When we aren't honest with ourselves about who we are and what we want, we allow other people and circumstance to determine our life course.

One major cost of self-deception is that we use painful life experiences to justify being non-ideal versions of ourselves.

We would all benefit by shifting our focus from seeing pain as bad to seeing pain as motivation to change.

The truth is that our self-deceptive lies range from seemingly tiny untruths to massive life-altering falsehoods about reality.

I cannot overemphasize the impact our childhood has on our ability to be honest because we live out what we learned as children in our adult relationships.

Living through difficult life circumstances in not an excuse for passing trauma onto someone else.

When you are not aware that you are bringing old learning to your current relationships, you will want to lie about where it is coming from.

We lie to reflect the aspirational goals that we unconsciously know we will not uphold.

Perhaps the most tragic way that self-deception harms us is that we start believing our lies and we teach them to others.

In fact, lying to ourselves may be the most dangerous thing in the world because we live our truth whether we are honest about it or not.

It is actually a good survival strategy to manipulate twist, and reorganize the truth in a way that is more consistent with what we can psychologically tolerate.

Peace is a fresh flower.

People are not a threat, wrong ideas are.

True stories are the best stories.

Hatred is like fire-it makes even light rubbish deadly.

I learned easily and had time to follow my inclination for sports (light athletics and skiing) and chemistry, which I taught myself by reading all textbooks I could get.

Teenage girls read in packs. It's true today, and it was true when I was a teen growing up in a small town in northeast Oklahoma.

The ego always looks toward the next moment for some kind of fulfillment.

It is often easier to justify one's self to others than to respond to the secret doubts that arise in one's own bosom.

I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom. I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, so I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep.

People say they throwing a bboy jam but it is really a bboy competition, there's a difference! Call it the correct thing, please!