Quotes About Imperfection

People are never perfect, but love can be. Loving makes perfect. Loving makes itself. Wouldn't that be the way to make love stay?

The moon can't help it. It's only a fat dumb object, the pumpkin of the sky. The moon's a mess, to tell the truth. A burnt-out cinder the color of dishwater; a stale gray cookie covered with scars. Every loose rock in our solar system has taken a punch at it. It's been scorched, golf-clubbed, and inflicted with boils. If lovers have chosen this brutalized derelict, this tortured dustball, this pitted and pimpled parcel of wasteland as the repository of their dreams, the moon can't help it.

O Senhor não está satisfeito com nossas versões malfeitas de Sua Igreja perfeita.

A dead hydrangea is as intricate and lovely as one in bloom. Bleak sky is as seductive as sunshine, miniature orange trees without blossom or fruit are not defective; they are that.

At least she's willing to figure it out, do something, risk something and take its measure. I risk nothing. I sit on a throne and identify signs of imperfection in others.

Él, Dios, había cometido un desastroso e imperdonable error de juicio: diseñar un universo imperfecto.

A perfect thing is not everything.

Make a mess. Clean it up.

Maybe I don't have to perfect, I just have to be good enough.

You may be all too conscious of your own blemishes and feel like that imperfect, rejected block (or an imperfect blockhead), but the Master Artist, who knows what you're made of better than you do, takes your worst flaws and incorporates them into the beauty of his creation-you!

Because no one is perfect, we all desperately need forgiveness. By forgiving others you allow them to be human, and in doing so it makes you more aware of how human you really are. Think of all the people you've judged because of their behavior. Isn't it true that some of them behave in very similar ways to you? There isn't a person on the face of this earth who doesn't need grace.

I know I'm not the best. I'm not the best singer, I'm not the best songwriter, I'm not the best player.

I really believe I've been a good person. Not perfect - forget about perfect - but just learning by what I was taught and living by my own values. I might have stepped on a few ants - and a few other things as well - but I've never hurt anybody.

Don't expect me to be perfect. Despite all my lives, I'm still only human. I can't deliver perfection, and I'll only disappoint you. But I want you to know that you are the most important person to me. I'm trying to protect you. Sometimes I screw things up. I may even tell a white lie every now and then. But you have to give me the benefit of the doubt.

Being a mom is what life is about. I hope people realize what the priorities in life should be and know not everything has to be perfect.

Love isn't safe. And whoever you love will hurt you. It's part of the human experience. No one is perfect...People make mistakes. The secret is to focus on what they do right and decide what quirks you can live with.

I'm not perfect... But I'm enough.

It becomes easier for me to accept myself as a decidedly imperfect person, who by no means functions at all times in the way in which I would like to function. This must seem to some like a very strange direction in which to move. It seems to me to have value because the curious paradox is that when I accept myself as I am, then I change.

It becomes easier for me to accept myself as a decidedly imperfect person, who by no means functions at all times in the way in which I would like to function.

The greatest enemy of a good plan is the dream of a perfect plan

The one who gets you is the one who makes you forget you ever desired anything as dull and ridiculous as perfection.

People were not peaches. Like guns and saddles, they were all the better for becoming slightly worn.

No one is perfect. I know there is stuff that I need to work on, and not just one thing, but my game overall. Everything can get better.

marked Never write with pencil, m'ija. It is for those who would erase. Make your mark proud and open, Brave, beauty folded into its imperfection, Like a piece of turquoise marked. Never write with pencil, m'ija. Write with ink or mud, or berries grown in gardens never owned, or, sometimes, if necessary, blood.