Perfection Synonym Novels & Stories

At least he was more human to me. It was an odd paradox. We, including myself, loved finding perfection while we were far from perfect. When we found someone who seemed perfect, we wondered, “Are they truly perfect? Or have we not seen their other side??” It was relieving when we found their imperfectness. Maybe for most of us, the desire to find perfection was a longing to have a flawless, good, and suitable thing. However, we also realized our imperfection. Then we would think, “Do I deserve to find and to have perfection?”

There is dispute within What path is right Parent’s teachings are wrong I have soul to learn From For outside light Still missing a friend Who could understand And next smile A mere occasion of Being met By self Has taken me Far From abilities needed To survive Am I now a different person Who socially too Cannot compromise For a friend Or two I am designing perfection You don’t even believe In it too What should I call my dream Then? Which for long On the door of perfection Has stood? Still counting stars My mind gets no reason new Why? Why I should build on the reasons Your science sees as new? Let me create my own science My own surprises at rise too From dust to eternity Only perfection c

What am I doing in my life? "I appreciate your compliment Mr. And Mrs. Grande but I am not a perfect person. No one is," I replied in my most respectful tone. I don't want to sound rude either way. But if the arrival of my words for them is rude, then that'd be fine for me. Besides, I can stand by my words. No one is living perfectly in this world. Everyone has its flaws, gaps, mistakes, failures and terrible sides. What made it perfect is the person who appreciated and accepted the person's imperfections. That would be pointed as imperfectly perfect.

"So far everybody has been amazing. And I know Asher and I aren't going to be the perfect leaders. But I mean that's why we have you as a pack." I took a shaky breath."Because anybody alone has imperfections, but put people together and suddenly their imperfections turn into perfections making us one. Together as one we are perfect. I know we can do this because were not alone. We have you to make us that perfect one.

“Matthew failed to tell you that he’s in love with the mother of his child. He took you and marked you on an impulse, but he has no intention of being with you.” I watched as her tears filled with eyes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?” “No, no, no, baby. You’re perfect. I’m just already in love with someone else. I want her and my child. I can’t be with you.” He quickly told her. “How can I be perfect, yet you don’t want me?” She cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m really sorry.” He said as he rubbed her arm. I could tell that he was doing his best to resist the tingles that their touch created.

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

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?

“Do you know what it feels like to be a black duck from a long line of golden gooses? What it feels like to be sidelined because you're never enough? When the one you love so dearly doesn't even regard you? Do you know what it means to have insults from family members? Morning, day, and night. Either directly or indirectly because you're not as good as they expect? Do you know what it feels like to stare at the mirror in pain because you're tired of seeing the same damn person every time? An imperfect person who has refused to improve, and is the cause of all your issues! Do you know what it feels like to want to be perfect, but yet you keep messing up? “I question the old man, and he studie

She frowned, scolding him, "I told you not to come. All that networking must be exhausting. I’m fine. You should rest." He smiled, tender and indulgent. "Enough. Eat while it’s hot." She huffed, "What’s the point of all those dinners? It's just an excuse for shameless behavior. I won’t stoop to their level. I respect you too much." Respect. The word exploded in my mind. That was it. No matter how Ethan dressed it up as business, the truth was plain: he didn’t respect me. Nevertheless, it had begun with me. I had lowered myself first. That was why he grew so brazen.