Quotes About Imperfection

Everything about my life seemed so perfect to people. But I struggle like everyone else.

I don't think perfect is interesting. I think what makes life exciting is the imperfections.

I didn't want you flawless - I have a bare wall at home that's flawless - I wanted your character trapped in the amber of your skin...

when you're broken, everything gets a little honester - you make mistakes and don't give a damn - you give up on perfection, but get real...

Fortunately perfection is not a requirement for creating great relationships.

Sometimes it took a dog with stinky breath and bad manners to help us see what really counts in life. Despite all his flaws, Marley had given us a gift that no amount of money could buy. He gave us the gift of total, complete love. He taught us how to give it and how to accept it. When you have love, most of the other pieces fall into place.

the painter, Cezanne, would leave blank spaces on his canvas when he couldn't account for the brush strokes, or the color"--- "How much of your life can you account for? My life is a collage of unaccounted for brush strokes; I am all random".

A man would do nothing if he waited until he could do it so well that no one could find fault.

Nothing would be done at all if one waited until one could do it so well that no one could find fault with it.

We stopped being perfect around the time when Eve picked the apple and started coming on to Adam. That

And that's the thing about marriage. It can look perfect to people from the outside but be utterly imperfect on the inside. The reverse is true as well. No one knows what goes on in a marriage except for the two people living in it.

You're human and human beings make mistakes and act in all kinds of ways we shouldn't.

I am ashamed of my long letters to you, but I am such a murderer of language that I have to use it all to tell anything.

Just remember this, Emma -- not every Jell-O salad turns out perfect. But it can still taste real good.

Tarnished silver-scratch it and it still gleams.

Whatever he was before, he's but a candle-flicker now. A beautiful one, polished and glossy, all the more perfect for the terrible, disfiguring scar that puckers and knots the right side of his face when he smiles. It doesn't seem to bother the young man's admirers; if anything, the wolf thinks some of them find it erotic. The boy shies away like a startled horse, an animal he will never see when women and men wonderingly brush the raw-lipped pink line.

My taste was terrible, but it was not that bad.

Such a pretty thing, and so flawed at his heart: it made the Devil's fingers itch to mend him.

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.

It was human imperfection that kept human beings so isolated. It was crying for the moon to ask for a perfect relationship with another while one remained what one was. And meanwhile, until one was something different, to say that one's marriage worked was to count oneself supremely blessed.

I accept now that the point of life is not to reach perfection but to befriend the fact that human beings are works in progress.

I'm not perfect. Remember that, and try to forgive me when I fail you.

I haven't stopped thinking about anything you have said." She looked down at the worktop. "You're not perfect, Owen, and I apologize for pointing it out to you on so many occasions. I honestly didn't think you were serious until last night, but you're right, I do want you. I always have." She looked up at me. "So, why would I walk away from you now?

she was a person, jen, and people aren't perfect. and she wasn't perfect. and that's okay