Quotes About Imperfection

Medicine, I have reason since to notice more than once, remains an imperfect art.

Why make this call and not just say what you wanted? His eyes. His blue eyes. His blue imperfect eyes.

Nous ne sommes pas des bêtes idéalisées. Nous sommes d'imparfaits mortels, conscients de cette mortalité alors même que nous la rejetons, trahis par notre propre complexité, ainsi faits que lorsque nous pleurons nos pertes, c'est aussi, pour le meilleur et pour le pire, nous-mêmes que nous pleurons. Tels que nous étions. Tels que nous ne sommes plus. Tels qu'un jour nous ne serons plus du tout.

O mal de origem com que o homem nasce. Nós não somos animais selvagens idealizados. Somos seres mortais imperfeitos, conscientes dessa mortalidade mesmo quando a negamos, traídos por nossa própria complexidade, tão incorporada que quando choramos a perda de seres amados também estamos chorando, para o bem ou para o mal, por nós mesmos. Pela perda daquilo que éramos. Do que não somos mais. Do que um dia não seremos de todo.

Maybe you expected marriage to be perfect - I guess that's where you and I are different. See, I thought it would be all about making mistakes, but doing it with someone who's there to remind you what you learned along the way.

And that was the greatest heartbreak of all- no matter how spectacular we want our children to be, no matter how perfect we pretend they are, they are bound to disappoint. As it turns out, kids are more like us than we think: damaged, through and through.

You don't love someone because they're perfect, she says. You love them in spite of the fact that they're not. I don't know how to respond to that; it's like being told after thirty-five years that the sky, which I've seen as a brilliant blue, is in fact rather green.

I think her flaws make me love her even more. She's not perfect, but she's perfect to me

I hog the covers, and my second toe is longer than my big one. My hair has its own zip code...You don't love someone because they're perfect...You love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

I don't know the first thing about holding together a family, especially one that resembles an heirloom vase, shattered but glued back together for its beauty, and no one mentions that you can see the cracks as plain as day.

Love isn't a perfect match, but an imperfect one. You are rocks in a tumbler. At first you bump, you scrape, you snag. But each time that happens, you smooth each other's edges, until you wear each other down. And if you are lucky, at the end of all that, you fit.

I admit I was never the perfect one. I was never always there. I didnt make you smile at times but there is one thing I admit I did I was the best person I could be for you.

I sometimes react to making a mistake as if I have betrayed myself. My fear of making a mistake seems to be based on the hidden assumption that I am potentially perfect and that if I can just be very careful I will not fall from heaven. But a 'mistake' is a declaration of the way I am, a jolt to the way I intend, a reminder I am not dealing with the facts. When I have listened to my mistakes I have grown

I Know I'm Not Perfect, but I'm So Close it scares me.

I love you, in spite of all your faults, is that bad? Probably...

They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad.

We are all a little broken, but last time I checked, broken crayons still color the same.

Im not a perfect girl. My hair doesnt always stay in place & I spill things alot. I'm pretty clumsy & sometimes I have a broken heart. My friends & I sometimes fight & maybe some days nothing goes right. but when I think about it & take a step back I remember how amazing life truly is & that maybe, just maybe I like being unperfect.

When you finally accept that its OK not to have answers and its OK not to be perfect, you realize that feeling confused is a normal part of what it is to be a human being.

As human beings, none of us are perfect and none of us can do everything by ourselves. Everyone has limitation. How one makes his weakness as a source of strength is what matters.

I'm pretty comfortable with my body. I'm imperfect. The imperfections are there. People are going to see them, but I take the view you only live once.

You were so close to being perfect...

I'm perfectly content with not being perfect.

In reality, being perfect is so damn boring.