Flawed Perfection Novels & Stories

I gently placed my plate on the table and pretended like I was thinking of what to add next to my plate. "So, this morning, I spent a lot of time working on this design I had been working on for weeks. I didn't think it was perfect enough. I mean, I wanted everything to be straight, nice, no flaws or mistakes and I didn't see the real thing. You made me see the perfection in the flaws and I honed on it. It's perfect!" Finn laughed. I rolled my eyes. I wished he could just choke on his spit and convulse to death because of the way he acted like he didn't know I was standing there and listening to their conversation.

"For me you are pure. You are not at a fault for the thing that happened to you. You fought till the last ounce of energy is what makes you stronger than him and he took the wrong advantage of your vulnerable state proves that he is not a man enough" He wiped the tear from the corner of my eye with the pad of his thumb. "My... my scars" I told him about my imperfections. My chin was wobbling without my permission and tears were again starting to dwell up as that night came in front of my eyes. I am still not able to forget that. My heart trembles whenever I think about that. "You are just perfect. You.... you deserve someone better. I am fla... flawed now"

Chapter 130 The city pulsed with perfect rhythm. Every reflection bent as intended, every shadow obeyed, every sound cue followed the patterns we dictated. The ghost—once untouchable, once the master of hesitation—now bent alongside us, its centuries of work feeding into the pulse we had shaped. Yet perfection is never permanent. It came first as a ripple, faint enough to feel like a flaw in perception. A shadow stretched too far across a conduit, a reflection that bent a fraction slower than expected, an echo that lingered one beat longer than it should have.

"She'll get used to your presence later. I'm sure of that." "Do I not deserve to be called Harriet's father?" "Of course you deserve it. You're the only one who deserves to be the father of a daughter as adorable as her." Sean smiled faintly. "Yeah, she's adorable and pretty. Harriet looks like you." I rested my head on Sean's shoulder and took one of his arms for a hug. Sean's fingers gripped mine tightly. "I'm not a perfect mother either, Sean. I made a lot of mistakes when I raised Harriet. We all have our flaws. So don't ever say that you don't deserve to be Harriet's father."

The questions you wanted to ask, the answers you wanted to give. Tons to show and heaps to know. Always. [If we could do things the way we are supposed to do; Then it would've been all perfect throughout our lives. But it isn't , for a reason… And that is because life is all about the little imperfections and flaws that sum up it's beauty, that makes us more of what we really are… A human.] Now, let me tell you a story.

ELIZABETH We were always in pursuit of perfection and after getting it all, what else? The need for Perfection was by far the greatest flaw of any man and I found myself succumbing to the same fate. I have gotten the revenge I had spent the last five years of my life looking for but still had no satisfaction—It was all like vanity. To make matters worse Riel had incessantly been talking about his father, in a way it seemed like the two had a bond I couldn't quite describe almost as though they were meant to be with each other all this long while.

I said, my voice shaking with anger. Feeling overwhelmed, I started walking toward the door, desperate to get away. But then a thought hit me. “You say you want a perfect life with someone else? After treating me like this, do you really think I’ll ever trust another guy? Let me remind you—perfection doesn’t exist. Everyone has flaws. Imperfections are what make us human. You’re chasing something you’ll never have, Marco. You’re not perfect, and you never will be. No one is. Think about that.”

I didn’t dare to make eye contact, knowing that meeting his gaze would only make the night more unbearable. Frederick was a strict and overbearing perfectionist. He despised any sign of imperfection, especially in front of his business associates and friends. He couldn't stand it when I fell short of his high standards, even in the smallest ways. His suffocating attitude was the reason I had left home before I even turned eighteen.

#songs #AdamLambert. - Better than I know myself #TheScript #Army of angels Clara I'm not perfect .I've always said that; perfection isn't perfection unless there are imperfections visible... So we are all imperfectly perfect . There are some moments in life when you feel undeserving of what you have or like a total loser.I've had many of those days and weeks ,when I sometimes feel like I'm not being a good enough mother to my son , or perfect wife to my husband . When you wake up in the morning and wish you could fall back to sleep cause you hate feeling like you are failing at a role you should perfectly fit into cause you've had enough practice, however you still feel like you are always

"That our first born might not be perfect. I would never have done it Talon you should know me better than that. I just thought it was fair to give you the option." "Know a lot of so called perfect people that do some fucked up shit. When's the last time you seen a so called imperfect person on the news hacking up people across state lines for fun? I'm thinking this perfect shit has holes in it." I kissed her nose with all the guck she had on it. "Only you would think like that."