Quotes About Imperfection

In mid-February, when she turned ten, Liesel was given a used doll that had a missing leg and yellow hair. "It was the best we could do," Papa apologized. "What are you talking about? She's lucky to have that much," Mama corrected him.

No, I'm not a saint, Sophie. I'm just another stupid human." We smile a last smile, and I walk away. I feel her watching me, but I don't look back.

Sme iba nehotové, neúplné bytosti, ak nám niekto múdrejÅ¡í, lepÅ¡í ako my nepomáha zdokonaliÃ…Â¥ naÅ¡e slabé, nedokonalé povahy.

relinquishing the delusional hope that we can or must be flawless—allows us to seek happiness in the only place it can be found: our real, messy, imperfect experience.

Love is wanting to be with someone all the time.It is accepting the other person with all good qualities and bad and not wanting to change any of them. It is wanting to give affection and approval and comfort and everything that is oneself,demanding nothing in return. It is - love is very difficult, Julia. It is an ideal, rarely achieved in reality because we are all selfish and imperfect beings. It is a dream, a goal, something to be aimed for.

There are two things which make it impossible to believe that this world is the successful work of an all-wise, all-good, and, at the same time, all-powerful Being; firstly, the misery which abounds in it everywhere; and secondly, the obvious imperfection of its highest product, man, who is a burlesque of what he should be.

our memory of joys and sorrows is always imperfect, and they become a matter of indifference to us as soon as they are over.

Instead they choose to accept their fallibilities. They recognised the simplicity and power of using a checklist.

No matter what measures are taken, doctors will sometimes falter, and it isn't reasonable to ask that we achieve perfection. What

He's a fine doctor," people will say, "but sometimes he has his moments.

We are all, whatever we do, in the hands of flawed human beings.

I'm a sunflower with a cracked petal.

he already knew how horrible I could be, yet he loved me, anyway.

Let's be gods. Let's be ugly.

Qué te sugirió el concepto de un dios imperfecto? -preguntó de repente, sin apartar la vista del resplandeciente desierto. -No lo sé. Me pareció algo muy, muy acertado, ¿sabes? Es el único Dios en el que estaría dispuesto a creer, un dios cuyo martirio no significa redención, que no pretende salvar a nadie, ni está al servicio de nada, sino que simplemente está.

Sabes, por casualidad, si existió alguna vez una fe en un dios… imperfecto?(...) Es el único dios en el que yo podría creer, un dios cuya pasión no es una redención, un dios que no salva nada, que no sirve para nada: un dios que simplemente es.

You were born into a glorious mess, and we all have become something of a glorious mess ourselves. And in the midst of our mess, God has a thing for us. He does not despise our humanity or despair over our condition as we sometimes do. He does not turn his face away from us in our failings or our self-centeredness, as we would like to. He is not surprised.

You are you. Unique. Marvelous. Beautiful. Quirky. And imperfect.

In a book, all would have gone according to plan... but life was so fucking untidy — what could you say for an existence where some of the most crucial conversations of your life took place when you needed to take a shit, or something? An existence where there weren't even any chapters?

In fairy tales they all seem perfect, but really they are just as troubled as we are!

I'm a beautiful mess of contradiction, A chaotic display of imperfection.

If bees only gathered nectar from perfect flowers, they wouldn't be able to make even a single drop of honey.

Nobody's life is perfect.Rather than wishingfor things you don't have, make the most of thethings you do have.

We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.