Good enough is good enough. We're not supposed to be perfect. We're supposed to be complete.
Chaos and love when hand in hand and oh, the glorious grace of the world because of it.
Love can conquer everything but reality. Which will win every stinking time.
As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.
V rolled the Aquafina bottle between his palms. "How long have you wanted to ask me the question? About the gay thing. " "For a while. " "Afraid of what I'd say?" "Nope, because it doesn't matter to me one way or the other. I'm tight with you whether you like males or females or both. " V looked into his best friend's eyes and realized… yeah, Butch wasn't going to judge him. They were cool no matter what. With a curse, V rubbed the center of his chest and blinked. He never cried but he felt as if he could at this moment.
When she didn't continue, he shrugged. "Just let me bring you coffee. I want to wait on you. Makes me happy
And bottom line, without John by her side, everything seemed to be just a big, resounding meh.
Nothing about my life or my career has been linear.
Something is wrong if workers do not look around each day, find things that are tedious or boring, and then rewrite the procedures. Even last month's manual should be out of date
Miracles are commonplace in religious scripture. Our ancient ancestors are said to have felt Jesus' wounds, verified Muhammad's ascent to heaven, and even interacted with their respective deities directly. Today, believers have no such luxury. They are forced to rely on blind faith that these things occurred, that people were at one time able to overcome or render inert natural laws.
. . . how could I, fool that I am, go on sitting in my office, or here at home, instead of leaping onto a train with my eyes shut and opening them only when I am with you?