“Perfection may not be possible, but striving for excellence is.”
Source: BECOME: Unleash the Power of Moral Character and Be Proud of the Life You Choose
“Not every word of love is true, for love without deeds is merely an echo in the void.”
Source: Tales of Habib the Hoaxter: Sometimes Hoaxed, Always Good for a Laugh
“I am an elitist and a perfectionist. Narcissist, no. You cannot both willfully ignore your flaws and try to eradicate them at the same time.”
“When perfectionism runs the show, we don’t just fear rejection—we reject ourselves.”
Source: Quiet the Itty Bitty Shitty Committee: Five Self-Love Tools to Silence Your Inner Critic and Reclaim Your Worth
“I stammer as I gawk at his sculpted chest. And his shoulders. And his arms. And his abs. My lizard brain counts the muscles.
One, two, three, four, five, six, s---holy shit, you can have eight ab muscles? What the hell, I never knew...
And oh damn, those V-lines along the sides of his stomach that I'm sure have a name, but I can't think of it right now. Because my brain is too busy taking in the flawless visual.”
Source: The Boy With the Bookstore
“You're Mac," he says. "And I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exsist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?"
"I do.”
Source: Shadowfever
“The good guys and bad guys aren’t as easy to tell apart as I used to think they were. You can’t look at someone with your eyes and take their measure.
You have to look with the heart.”
“A Seelie. A fucking prince,” Lor said. “He’s got a couple hundred more Seelie from a dozen different castes waiting outside. Threatening war. Demanding you shut the place down, stop feeding the Unseelie.”
I gasped, “V’lane?”
“You told him to come!” Ryodan accused.
“She knows him?” Lor exploded.
“It’s her other boyfriend,” Ryodan said.
“Besides Darroc?” one of the other men demanded.
Lor glared at Barrons. “When are you going to wise up and shut that bitch down for good?”
Source: Shadowfever
“I woke with him still in my head,
like the hush of snow in the early morning,
like the last note of a song
that hums in the bones long after it ends.”
Source: Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work
“All I can think is: His head is gone and I don’t know how to merge with the Book.”
Source: Shadowfever