Best 149 quotes in «imperfect quotes» category

Once, Shakuni had been evil and bent on revenge. He'd gotten himself cursed. But maybe curses weren't all that terrible, because he'd saved their lives, not only once, but twice. Maybe he wasn't all bad or even all good. He was just... human. In pigeon form. "People change," said Aru.

Perfection is born of imperfection.

Perfection is an illusion. Allow yourself room to make mistakes and permission to be happy regardless of outcome.

Share your voice and your heart. Listen to how it falls in with the cosmic symphony. Let it be imperfect, incomplete, unrefined. The masterpiece is coming.

Some days you feel like you're the worst of sinners; others like you're the most righteous person on earth. I am convinced that the former is when you're closest to God.

she was completely whole and yet never fully complete

Solitude is the worst of punishments. It’s like waiting in the Death Row for your last supper and the final blow, the chair or gas or whatever. The utter act of capital punishment, except it’s lasting an eternity. You'd say being alone, single, can have an array of possibilities, positive sides. You'd argue when being approached with such a statement! You'd mention how good it feels to be independent, to have a free choice, not depending on anyone else's opinion. The space in your life, the remote in your hand that is not wrestled for, the cookies, still present in the jar, waiting for you to eat them. The wide bed and the covers just for your own pleasure and usage. I can see you throwing your arguments at me, fighting passionately since you strongly believe that what you say, is the truth. And then, the night falls, devouring your clearly visible assumptions and postulates, making some room for doubt and fright. You hear the silence that grows around you, feel it possessing you from the inside and you don't have time to brace yourself for what's coming. The horrid feeling of incompletion and senseless existence catch you with overpowering force, making your throat shrink and your mind tight. You're scared so much that all seems so dark and eerie. Then, you ask yourself whether it was really you who chose this, who decided upon this unbearable state of utter loneliness. The answer is usually the same. It is always you, always me. Not consciously, but by our choices, we become the pariahs of our own pitiful life. The untouchables. We are the hater and the hated, the victim and the perpetrator in one body, lying to ourselves, blaming everybody else but us for each second of this unthinkable hell, praying in silence to be saved, to be spared from pain and suffering. In the end, you’d rather go barefoot through glowing coals than admit that you’re too scared to ask for love.

Stop trying to 'fix' yourself; you're NOT broken! You are perfectly imperfect and powerful beyond measure.

THE CONSCIOUS HUMAN You are not just white, but a rainbow of colors. You are not just black, but golden. You are not just a nationality, but a citizen of the world. You are not just for the right or left, but for what is right over the wrong. You are not just rich or poor, but always wealthy in the mind and heart. You are not perfect, but flawed. You are flawed, but you are just. You may just be conscious human, but you are also a magnificent reflection of God. Suzy Kassem “The Conscious Human” Poetry by Suzy Kassem

The first reaction is surely the most natural one, but not always the most correct one; thereupon, the invention of apologies.

The imperfections in life are what make life perfect.

There is desire in the perfect, beauty in the imperfect. Thus I lust over the flawless, and fall amorously forceless to the flawed.

The depths of her thoughts will have you never wanting to surface for air...

There is something perfect to be found in the imperfect: the law keeps balance through the juxtaposition of beauty, which gains perfection through nurtured imperfection.

The voice in her head said: Imperfect, unlovable, victim, defeated, hide. The voice in her heart said: Kind, peaceful, gentle soul, easy to love, winner. Release the insecurities and reclaim your heart, your purpose, your peace.

...unforgivingly, and forcefully magnificent...

When we see someone or something as imperfect, it is a reflection of our limitations, not theirs.

Upon the whole, Chymistry is as yet but an opening science, closely connected with the useful and ornamental arts, and worthy the attention of the liberal mind. And it must always become more and more so: for though it is only of late, that it has been looked upon in that light, the great progress already made in Chymical knowledge, gives us a pleasant prospect of rich additions to it. The Science is now studied on solid and rational grounds. While our knowledge is imperfect, it is apt to run into error: but Experiment is the thread that will lead us out of the labyrinth.

We all need role models in different seasons, people we look to who bring encouragement for the journey. Every role model but One will fail. If we get up-close we will see that each one is imperfect, except the One perfect lamb who was crucified for our sins. He was the scapegoat. He was the rejected One.

YOU ARE JUST You are not just for the right or left, but for what is right over the wrong. You are not just rich or poor, but always wealthy in the mind and heart. You are not perfect, but flawed. You are flawed, but you are just. You may just be conscious human, but you are also a magnificent reflection of God.

You are not flawed, you are as beautiful as you have always been and blessed with evidence of a life lived.

You may not understand issues that do not pertain to the heart, but be a master in areas that do. Nobody knows everything, and nobody can be a master of everything. Nobody was created perfect, and nobody should be measured according to perfection. It is the weight of your heart that matters the most in the end. All else is irrelevant.

When shame is met with compassion and not received as confirmation of our guilt, we can begin to see how slant a lens it has had us looking through. That awareness lets us step back far enough to see that if we can let it go, we will see ourselves as clean where we once thought we were dirty. We will remember our innocence. We will see how our shame supported a system in which the perpetrators were protected and we bore the brunt of their offense — first in its actuality, then again in carrying their shame for it. If the method we chose to try to beat out shame was perfectionism, we can relax now, shake the burden off our shoulders, and give ourselves a chance to loosen up and make some errors. Hallelujah! Our freedom will not come from tireless effort and getting it all exactly right.

A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.

After all, I wasn't a bad person. I was just doing my best in what had turned out to be a fairly imperfect life.

At times, my nostalgia for our family life as it used to be--for our own imperfect, cherished, irretrievable past--is nearly overwhelming.

Beauty is only temporary, but your mind lasts you a lifetime.

This world, the eternally imperfect, the eternal and imperfect image of a contradiction – an intoxicating joy to its imperfect creator – that is what I once thought the world.

A bicultural upbringing is a rich but imperfect thing

Accept yourself as you are right now; an imperfect, changing, growing and worthy person.

All faiths constitute a revelation of Truth, but all are imperfect and liable to error.

All general judgments are loose and imperfect

All imperfections are forced upon the imperfect, so the 'perfect' can live content and oblivious.

All things in the natural world symbolize God, yet none of them speak of Him but in broken and imperfect words.

A republic - if you can keep it - is about limitation, and for good reason, because we are mortal and our actions are imperfect.

as imperfect human beings, any of us, all of us, are subject at some time or another to make mistakes!

Beauty is only skin deep.

Beauty is variable, ugliness is constant.

But nature flies from the infinite; for the infinite is imperfect, and nature always seeks an end.

Drop the veneer periodically and be like "OK, I'm an imperfect human. Let's try to get through this.

Dare to be imperfect and one day there will tug at your sleeve a soulmate.

Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.

Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry.

How can we expect novelists to be moral, when their trade forces them to treat every end they meet as no more than an imperfect means to a novel?

Cause and effect are two sides of one fact.

False pleasures come from without and are imperfect: happiness is internal and our own.

He was so far from the gallant knights in her romantic fantasies...He was tarnished, scarred, imperfect.

Hope, the best comfort of our imperfect condition.

Humanity is regarded as unfinished, incomplete, imperfect. We have the possibility of completing ourselves, perfecting ourselves, and all that is necessary for this lies in us.

I am one imperfect man saved by God's grace.