There is a standard amount of baggage or depravity or issues that everyone has. It’s life, and we deal with it and we learn how to love people anyway.
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Quotes tagged ‘Imperfections’
What I'm trying to say is, it must be tough on you not being able to read, but it's not the end of the world. You might not be able to read, but there are things only you can do. That's what you gotta focus on—your strengths.
Dreams are imperfections of sleep; even so is consciousness the imperfection of waking. Dreams are impurities in the circulation of the blood; even so it's consciousness a disorder of life. Dreams are without proportion, without good sense, without truth; so also is consciousness. Awake from dream,…
But listening to the D major, I can feel the limits of what humans are capable of—that a certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.
That's why I like to listen to Schubert while I'm driving. Like I said, it's because all the performances are imperfect. A dense, artistic kind of imperfection stimulates your consciousness, keeps you alert. If I listen to some utterly perfect performance of an utterly perfect piece while I'm drivin…
Imperfection is perfection to a beautiful perspective.
You don’t stop loving someone just because you hate them.
I know you aren’t perfect. But it’s a person’s imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.
Real love doesn’t meet you at your best. It meets you in your mess.
It takes great courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it. And even more courage to see it in the one you love.
It is often difficult to admit that someone you love is not perfect, or to consider aspects of a person that are less than admirable.
Do not call me perfect, a lie is never a compliment. Call me an erratic, damaged and insecure mess. Then tell me that you love me for it.
I know you aren’t perfect. But it’s a person’s imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.
Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused.
Anyone can love a thing because. That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.
I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.
You are more than a list of mistakes and if anyone tells you otherwise, let it be the last they make.
It’s the imperfections that make things beautiful.
Nobody is perfect. Everyone has their own little idiosyncrasies. Some people call those imperfections, but no, that’s the good stuff.
Well, we all make mistakes, dear, so just put it behind you. We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.