Perfection Is An Illusion Novels & Stories

“It’s too perfect, you know? It doesn’t seem real. Real castles have tons of flaws. There’s chips in the walls, places that have been torn down and rebuilt. Water damage. Weather damage. Nothing in reality looks that perfect.” Elva looked at the castle now with narrow eyes, as if observing it more critically. “There’s more beauty in imperfect things,” Julian said. “They show growth. Age. Challenge and acceptance. Perfect is boring. Imperfection…” He put his finger under Elva’s chin and lifted her face up to face the sunlight. “Imperfection is life.” Elva smiled. Then she glanced at her sand mound. “I want to try again. For real this time.” “Okay,” Julian said. He glanced over at me. He’d kno

--- And as the perfect world stood unchanged— As humanity existed within invisible limits— As peace revealed its hidden cost— One final truth emerged: --- The greatest illusion of control… --- Is making something feel alive— --- When it has already stopped becoming.

because I was full of my own . I knew I wasn't perfect . I knew I would never be enough for someone but hey , you can be as long as you pretend to be the perfect one . And all its gonna cost you will be an eternity in hell , with a forgotten existence and an empty black soul . ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ " Crash her laptop " after a very long pause Conan spoke up again he voice was no where laid back as before , Anna's threat about sending his and her's pictures to Selina had done his magic , the guy was no longer relaxed as before.

Even her body and all over. "You know what I'll say if your Father was here and he called this work imperfect?" He asked, gaze fixed on the board. "What?" "If all we ever look for are the flaws of man, we never would have found the word "beauty". He is forgetting one thing. The imperfection of humans is what makes humans. I know this artwork is nothing close to reality but to the ones who can relate it to their lives," he paused. "to their dreams, they know that it is the perfect handwork in existence."

"Hasn't everyone, everybody wants to feel love so we label anything we feel as love, we fall in love with the idea of love from fairytales, books, movies hoping for perfection, perfection that we can never have," "Do you really believe there is no such thing a perfection?" "I think it depends on your definition of perfection, your perspective, your point of view and how you see the world," she said taking a sip of her wine slowly before placing it back on the counter. "I think you're perfect," "From what perspective?"

I understood the command and hastened to comply with the orders. This little mind is a treasure, and I am sure she will become a beautiful woman when she grows up. With a soothing music vibration filling the room, I regained my original position on the bed and lay on my belly, gawking at the screen. “Mom, why would he want to find a perfect girl?” And there, my angel clicked something inside me. I gave her a flying kiss to give me something to write on. Perfection is an illusion; it’s a metaphor to recreate your expectations in a human form. It is okay to search for the one, but the question was, would you be able to fulfill her requirement of perfection?

When that day comes, illusion breaks and we have to face the reality. It's better this way. I know where I will be going and what to expect. I look at the man who stood in front of me with a blank look. What is happening? Tears start to swim in my eyes. The person whom I thought is perfect, is not perfect at all. "The idea of perfection is a myth, Angel. No one in this world is perfect. They act like they are. But they are not" he says as if reading my thoughts. Just then a thought occurs in my mind.

He asked rubbing his well shaped nose on Adele cheeks before he moved towards her ear and whispered. “Because you are my fated perfection” he whispered before he looked at her green eyes which turned teary. That’s the first time anyone ever told her words to make her important. Gently Harden took her lips again, this time so slowly but full of wants, Adele gave him back the energy, all the time she wanted so bad to have him it’s here so she let herself free, free from not just her desire but also her life and the world happening around her……

I ask. "Well, everyone loves me." "Well... How lucky!" I give her a smile. "It's not luck. I'm too good to be hated." "Some people can feel threatened but there is too much perfection." "Like you?" She raises her eyebrows at me. I shake my head at her naive thinking. "No Laura, but know that it's not possible for anybody to be perfect." "Well, this anybody isn't lucky then!" "I guess you can see it like that." I shrug.

I refused to accept less than As at school and strived for perfection. It was all part of the façade-the illusion of perfection-because if it looked flawless from the outside, no one would see the fucked-up mess on the inside. That mirage was a disguise to hide the turmoil and chaos rampant in my mind. It was just how I lived-since Will. Everything pristinely organized and well put together. My neurotic tendencies would drive even the most angelic man to drink. When Gray saw them for what they were, they would either add to my charm or send him running in the opposite direction-I'd bet money on the latter.