Quotes About Imperfection

All the things I've thought about love are true. It's beautiful and terrible and it doesn't make things perfect. It ends things, and it brings beginnings. This is mine.

No one, to my knowledge, has figured out the secret to love. We love imperfectly, Tyler. We all do. Even Jesus wrestled with that. But I think - I think the ability to receive love is as important as the ability to give it. It's one and the same really.

But Lucy loved them, she loved her mother, and her mother loved her! We're all just a mess, Angelina, trying as hard as we can, we love imperfectly, Angelina, but it's okay.

This is a story about a mother who loves her daughter. Imperfectly. Because we all love imperfectly.

I think there is no perfect way to live

we all love imperfectly.

We're all just a mess, Angelina, trying as hard as we can, we love imperfectly, Angelina, but it's okay.

Die Lucia is volmaakt!" "Dat zou je denken," Giacomo klinkt plotseling bedrukt. "Ze heeft alleen één ernstige tekortkoming." "Welke dan?" "Zij is te jong." Hij meende het, maar zijn broer moest lachen: "Wat een schitterend gebrek!

Finally life becomes a very specific thing--and that's what we are. Ultimately, looking back, I'm beginning to believe that we need to always be fucked up. We need to always have some reason to hate ourselves, something to make us feel eternally incomplete.

O seasons, O châteaux,What soul is without flaws?

Don Jaime relied on this to conserve what he defined as serenity: peace of mind and soul, the only fragment of wisdom to which human imperfection could aspire. His whole life lay before him, smooth, broad, and definitive, as untroubled by uncertainty as a river flowing to the sea.

Que ninguna bandera o compañía es perfecta; e incluso en la de Cristo, que fue como él mismo se la quiso reclutar, hubo uno que lo vendió, otro que lo negó y otro que no lo creyó.

I may not be perfect, but parts of me are excellent

It's human to make mistakes and some of us are more human than others.

Anybody who thinks there's nothing wrong with this world needs to have his head examined. Just when things are going all right, without fail someone or something will come along and spoil everything. Somebody should write that down as a fundamental law of the Universe. The principle of perpetual disappointment. If there is a God who created this world, he should scrap it and try again.

We look for medicine to be an orderly field of knowledge and procedure. But it is not. It is an imperfect science, an enterprise of constantly changing knowledge, uncertain information, fallible individuals, and at the same time lives on the line. There is science in what we do, yes, but also habit, intuition, and sometimes plain old guessing. The gap between what we know and what we aim for persists. And this gap complicates everything we do.

Man is fallible, but maybe men are less so.

Every sentence I could think of has already been said a hundred times over, by people whose words come out perfect and beautifully formed, where mine die on the tongue or straggle out onto the page, mangled and imperfect. But my story isn't perfect, because I'm not perfect. Nothing is perfect except maybe in math, in the line that extends forever in both directions. Math is beautiful, I have always known that, but so is life. And I have grown to accept imperfection.

If I was perfect then this would be easy...

I may not be perfect but I've always been true I may not be worthy in your eyes

People get sick, take vacations, and have emergencies. We're not aiming for perfection here, only consistency. Keeping the habit alive means keeping it rooted in your routine no matter how tiny it is.

Death, decay, negativity, inconsistency and imperfection are illusory superimpositions

There are no straight lines in Nature or Shakespeare.

It's not about making it perfect, it's about letting it be real, sometimes raw and flawed, as long as it's true.