Novel & Cerita Perfection Is An Illusion

So for him, his entire life he has tried to work up to this level of perfection, since everyone around him wanted him to be that way. “I mean, I get where you’re coming from, but I don’t think you have to be perfect. Because what even is perfect? Your definition of it may not be the same with mine, or the rest of the people in this world. So, why try so hard to be a person that doesn’t even exist?”

When Yvette smiled, her eyes lit up like crescent moons, a look that effortlessly won people's affection. But in them, I detected a hint of smugness and calculation. "How old are you?" I asked. "23," she replied. "Then you’re old enough to know what honesty is," I said sharply. Her smile wavered. "I don't understand what you mean." "It's clear. The whole plan was done by me, from start to finish," I said. "You knew that, yet you still presented it as your own. It's called shameless."

"Impossible. That can't be. Such a perfect man would never exist. You must be dreaming." "Are you writing a telenovela? I don't believe that such a perfect man could exist." "Someone smack her on the head and wake her from her delusion." "Human nature is inherently ugly. If a person seems perfect, it's only because he's good at disguising himself. "You might need to be careful. No one in this world will love you for no reason if someone treats you well for no reason. They must be after something." Olivia's eyes lingered on this comment, and the smile on her face froze.

“Perhaps imperfection is evolution.” The words ripple through the space beyond existence. Not loudly. Not violently. Fundamentally Like reality itself heard the statement And didn’t know how to process it Because perfection had always been the goal. For the system. For the entity evolving within it. Even for this being But now? Something impossible had entered the equation Humanity Theodore stares at the almost-human form “…I’m sorry, but seeing infinity smile is deeply disturbing.” For the first time The being reacts immediately

"I was nothing for billions of years. Perfect peaceful nothing. And I was miserable. I was lonely. I was empty. I called it peace but it was isolation. I called it perfection but it was absence. I called it superior but it was inferior to what I have now. What I chose. What I became. I have family now. I have purpose now. I have meaning now. That family, that purpose, that meaning is worth every moment of vulnerability. Every moment of responsibility. Every moment of struggle. I am better now than I was then. I am more now than I was then. I am complete now in ways I never was then. That completion is what makes something better. That wholeness is what makes existence worthwhile. That fulfil

The liquid rippled into the cup, steam curling like a secret escaping into the air. Isabella gave a soft laugh, leaning into the warmth of her presence. “It is silly. I should be happy. I am happy. Everything I ever dreamed of is unfolding, yet sometimes it feels too perfect. As though if I close my eyes, I will open them and find it gone.” Her words trailed away, fragile as glass. She lowered her gaze to the sketchbook, unwilling to meet Eleanor’s eyes. Eleanor’s hand found hers, warm and steady. She gave Isabella’s fingers a reassuring squeeze. “That is not silly at all. It is called being human. Perfection always feels fleeting, because the heart remembers the storms even when the skies c

Everyone is silent and I actually wipe some tears away from my eyes. I sigh, calming down after my fit of laughter. "Wow. I'm so sorry to whoever wrote this, because that took me ages to read. And I would say I'm a little hurt, but I have people to vouch for me. On another note, I think I'm going to pin this on my wall." "What did it say?" Isaac asks me, genuinely confused and intrigued.

The feel of his voice in my ears felt right. I made up excuses to ignore the fact that it was the first time, I had tasted perfection and I was getting addicted to it. I didn't want to get addicted to it because I thought something far better was waiting back home for me but the truth is - nothing is better than perfection. You can never do better than perfection... I should have just stopped looking when I found it. I should have just given up and lost myself in his intoxicating presence but I didn't because I was stubborn, foolish, and an idiot.

“What do you see? Because all I see right now is emptiness.” “Put enough imperfections together and, eventually, you will achieve perfection. But even then, perfection is all about perspective. Maybe you and Ivan and your imperfections will make the kind of perfect you both need.” She cupped my cheeks and kissed the top of my head. “Sit here, drink wine, and I will go and call my pain-in-the-arse twin to make sure he’s not taking a hammer to a door or something.”

I sighed 'Out of everything that has happened to me as of yet this was probably the least bizarre thing' 'I wish to lie down on the floor and pretend as if nothing happened- "Like hell, I can't do that while sitting right next to a dead body!" At this point I had little to no courage left, I couldn't even look at the cold and lifeless body of Fay without crying my eyes out "Just where did it all go wrong...." I crouched against the counter and draped my face with my hands while I let my thoughts run wild... 'None of this feels real, like all of this is an illusion! I want to wake up from this hellish nightmare, what should I do...!?'