Little Imperfections Novels & Stories

"I continue because others need me. I keep choosing because not choosing is worse than choosing imperfectly. I am not perfect. I will never be perfect. I will always do some harm while trying to do good. But I will do more good than harm. Will help more than hurt. Will save more than violate. That is all I can do. That is all anyone can do. Try. Continue. Choose. Despite imperfection. Despite mistakes. Despite harm. Keep trying. Keep choosing. Keep loving. That is what existence requires. What life demands. What love means. Not perfection. But persistence. Not flawlessness. But continuation. Not purity. But effort. Always effort. Always trying. Always choosing despite knowing I will sometime

I sat down and thought of the first thing that came to my mind which was how I felt about myself right now. " I 've got lots of flaws I'm not perfect, I'm so imperect I make so many mistakes 'cause I'ma different human. I'm jealous I'm emotional I break rules I'm human after all I always feel I'm not living right I'm very conscious At every level of my life I've got a devil I've learnt not to trust no one Many timesI just want to shout it out loud to the world how it hurts to be human I've made stupid decisions, heart aching mistake and have irreversable regrets

He asked. “My parents never paid attention to me. So I made sure that the people who did pay attention knew me as nothing other than perfect.” I admitted. “You are perfect, Mia.” Archer sighed as he reached for my hand on the table. “Perfection is in imperfections.” He whispered, looking deeply into my eyes as he gently squeezed my hand. “Are you indirectly trying to say that I’m imperfect?” I chuckled. “I’m trying to say that you’re precious, Mia.” He squeezed my hand again.

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

I smothered the doubts in my chest again and again, forcing myself to believe it was just an act, nothing more. However, I never imagined that once the first crack appeared in the heart, the dam would burst faster than you ever thought it could.

It started with sincere love and kindness because doing such things costs you nothing. Thanks to Mr. Stephen, people like him made me a princess overnight. And those that had given up on love, destiny, family and hope... I've come to realize that nobody is left behind. No matter how perfect, or imperfect you think you are. I want you to know that life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly…but merely to be LIVED. Boldly, wildly, beautifully, uncertainly, imperfectly, magically LIVED. Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same. There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman bei

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to le

Still I didn't ran away , my pace wasn't hurried , I wished my mother would rush behind me . She didn't. She never does . After all it was her absolute humiliation and embrassment that she created some one so ugly and imperfect like me . I was nothing just an imperfect imitation and Once upon a pageant queen of every pageant of my mother wanted nothing more than to wipe this imperfection off her perfect family . Only she couldn't And neither could I.

The day began like any other, yet the ordinary carried a subtle edge. Grace moved through the kitchen, humming softly, her hands busy with the familiar ritual of preparing breakfast. Jordan lingered by the window, the soft morning light catching the lines of his face, the way he squinted slightly against the sun. “Do you ever get tired of this?” Grace asked lightly, stirring her tea. “Of mornings that feel… too perfect?” Jordan’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Perfection is overrated,” he said. “I think it’s the little imperfections that make life… real.”