Quotes About Imperfection

Humans are suspicious and jealous creatures. When they see something perfect, they want to find a flaw.

It had only one fault. It was kind of lousy.

If you're living in constant fear of screwing up, don't be. As long as you move fast but safely, you're taking action, and action creates forward momentum and direction in your business—even if your progress isn't perfect 100 percent of the time. One

Most nations, as well as people are impossible only in their youth; they become incorrigible as they grow older.

Sometimes women who aren't perfect are more interesting; they've done more, or learned something.

It is not done well; but you are surprised to find it done at all.

Children can then quickly discover that there is such a thing called truth; that they are not living in a chaotic world that is hypocritical, filled with only lies and pretense. Parents who admit to their children that they have been unjustly angry and ask for forgiveness are naming something: they are admitting that they are not perfect. Words and life can come together: the word can indeed become flesh.

she feels as tatty as a scrap of lace, defined not so much by what she's made of, but more by the shapes of what's missing.

Nobody's perfect. We're all just one step up from the beasts and one step down from the angels.

I wanted to let the world know that no one had a perfect life, that even the people who seemed to have it all had their secrets.

Even nature is concerned, for it leads us to choose the third as the sole consonance which may makeup for the harshness of the dissonance. The third despite its imperfection becomes the sole object of our desire after a dissonance and gives new charm to the perfect chord. It is for this reason that the rule for resolving

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We need religion as a guide. We need it because we are imperfect. Our government needs the church, because only those humble enough to admit they are sinners can bring to democracy the tolerance it requires in order to survive.

A bird painted not with beauty but with all the dirt and wounds collected in a long hard life, in battle, in love, with torn feathers and a busted leg and a chipped beak and one of its eyes half closed; and yet a bird of deeper loveliness for all of that.

Great art is never finished, only abandoned. — Leonardo da Vinci

Great art is never finished, only abandoned.

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When we are young, we make gods and goddesses of one another, then we soon come to realize that we are all merely human and imperfect.

Her real life was underway, with all of its scratches and dents. Like the rest of us forty to forty five, she was something of a used book; intact but a bit battered around the edges.

She is her odd self. The kiln has been fired. She is a person persnickity about keeping her house clean, but not above spitting on her desk to rub out a coffee stain. She will never be an athlete, or a mathematician, or a skinny person, or someone whose heart isn't snagged by the sight of fireflies on a summer night and the lilting cadence of a few good lines of poetry.

the truth is that all anyone can do is take each day as it comes. To see life as an imperfect offering and focus always on making the best of what we have at any given moment. And to have faith in…well, whatever we can have faith in.

The whole house is impeakable.

So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly.

The Bhagavad Gita—that ancient Indian Yogic text—says that it is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection. So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly.