imperfections

Don't let your imperfections conveniently excuse you from having discipline. Have the courage to work through your imperfections.

From recovery to rags and rags to recovery symbolizes art - a perfect compilation of human imperfections.

I live with the hope that one day, someone, will look into my eyes and see the deepness of my soul, and all the suffering and struggles will finally make sense to the person that can see behind all the imperfections and dust that's been pilled up in all these years. I've had my turns at trying to love people, but it never turned out as planned and I've failed in keeping someone next to me, simply because you can't force someone to be by your side if it's not meant to be, and I've grown to accept that and not fight against it. I've been selfish for far too long in trying to cling on to someone, and I believe nobody is perfect.. But as long as I still breathe, I'm willing to let people come into my life, play their part in my life's plan and then let go if it's necessary. Nothing can last forever and it's something we grow to accept. Let time do its' thing and don't get too attached, that's all I can do.

For the believer, humility is honesty about one's greatest flaws to a degree in which he is fearless about truly appearing less righteous than another.

True love isn't about being perfect. It's about seeing each other's imperfections as beauty.

It is indisputable that the being whose capacities of enjoyment are low, has the greatest chance of having them fully satisfied; and a highly endowed being will always feel that any happiness which he can look for, as the world is constituted, is imperfect. But he can learn to bear its imperfections, if they are at all bearable; and they will not make him envy the being who is indeed unconscious of the imperfections, but only because he feels not at all the good which those imperfections qualify. dissatisfied than a fool satisfied. And if the fool, or the pig, is of a different opinion, it is only because they only know their own side of the question.

But Perfection never appealed to me.It's the beauty and honesty behind imperfections, that I fall in love with.

Your marks don__ matter when your radiance is overwhelming. When we__e our best selves we forget all those imperfections and appreciate beauty for how it is.

You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.

There is no exquisite beauty_ without some strangeness in the proportion.

Immodest creature, you do not want a woman who will accept your faults, you want the one who pretends you are faultless _ one who will caress the hand that strikes her and kiss the lips that lie to

A person who loves you through your idiosyncrasies, despite the tiny inclusions, is a diamond worth keeping.

If we learn to love someone for their imperfections that reflect our own, we eventually appreciate the thought that even the most beautiful things are damaged

This is an ode to life.The anthem of the world.For as there are billionsof different stars thatmake up the skyso, too, are there billions of different humans thatmake up the Earth.Some shine brighter but all are made ofthe same cosmic dust.O the joy of beingin life with all these people!I speak of differencesbecause they are there.Like the different organsthat make up our bodies.Earth, itself, is one large body.Listen to how it howlswhen one human isin misery.When one kills another, the Earth feels the pang in itschest. When one orgasms, the Earth craves a cigarette.Look carefully,these animals are beauty spots that make the Earth__ face lovelier and more loveable.These oceans are the Earth__ limpid eyes. These trees, its hair.This is an ode to life.The anthem of the world.I will no longer speak of differences, for the similaritiesare larger. Look even closer. There may bedistances between our limbs butthere are no spaces betweenour hearts. We long to be one.We long to be in nature andto run wild with its wildlife.Let us celebrate life and living, for it is sacrilegious to be ungrateful.Let us play and be playful, for it is sacrilegiousto be serious.Let us celebrate imperfectionsand make existenceproud of us, for tomorrow isdeath, and this is an ode to life. The anthem of the world.

Life is not always perfect. Like a road, it has many bends, ups and down, but that__ its beauty.

Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections.

Observe your imperfections. Love them. Then move through them.

A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains.