Perfection Synonym Novels & Stories

I said. "Humph. I don't think you know the meaning of perfection. Perfection is love. It's sex. It's the relieve you get after coming back from a stressful work. Good sex is perfection. And there are no sexual desires without me. Imagine there were no sexual desires, this world would have been a boring place for all ye mortals." He paused, then eyed Artemis wearily,

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.”

It's our fifth year together, and I accompany my fiance, Theo Montague, to see the aurora he has always yearned to see. Fortune favors us that night as vivid green lights stretch across the snow-covered plain. He wraps his arms around me from behind and suddenly murmurs, "It's beautiful. Too bad we're still one step short of perfect." I freeze for a moment and ask him what we're missing. He doesn't answer, and I don't press him, either. After all, I've heard this phrase far too many times. When I go to great lengths to get him the out-of-print book he has his sights on for ages, he sighs. "We're still one step short of perfect." When we move into our beautifully furnished house and f

"Yeah but then, it's still fun. I'm so going for the post of the social perfect girl. Babe, don't you think I'd be perfect for the role?" I looked away from Kunmi when I heard Aminah's words. She was looking up at Kunle and waiting for his approval but the latter was looking at Sophia and I knew why. Sophia had always wanted that post. "Sophia is going... She wants that post too." Kunle answered her, sitting up straighter and so uncomfortable. Well, talk about having two wives without even knowing it.

"I hope and pray that you are the one I will wait for to walk down the aisle." "I adore you." "I want you to be my own, my priceless." "I want you to be that special woman in my life." He paused but continued. "I know I'm not meant to be telling you this now because we have to catch the person that hurt your parents, but I can't help my feelings anymore." "I want us to get the person together." "I want it to be you and I against the world." "I would never hurt you or think of replacing you."

He asks warmly, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m so tired of getting credit for things that just so happened to occur in my general vicinity.” I complain, slumping back and rubbing my full belly. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliments… I just… perfection is an impossible thing to live up to… and I am so far from perfect it’s laughable. I don’t want to end up with a reputation that I’m destined to fall short of – I’m only human after all.” A moment after the words leave my mouth, I realize they aren’t true. “I mean, not human, but I’m just a person like everyone else.”

In her mind, no one was truly perfect in this world. The so-called perfect person should not eat or drink and be capable of doing everything. That was called true perfectionism. Only gods should be so perfect. Were they gods? Weren't they just like humans like everyone else? Yet they pretended to be perfectionists. Julien found her huffing look cute, and he couldn't help but pinch her cheek. It felt tender and good. "Radical, indeed," Julien echoed. As a model husband, he needed to support his wife.

“Just what kind of perfection does that particular doll falls into?” He asks, with a bit of jealousy in his voice and tone. For being the perfectionist that he is, he sure will find anyone as his rival when the word perfect is attributed to that person’s characteristic. Most especially if that compliment comes from the Supreme being to whom he needed to please. He needed to be noticed with all of his worth. For all else, his life and the one that he cares about so much more than anyone and anything lies within the palm of his hands. “Let’s shall see about that.”

The sound is sharp and wild and completely unafraid. Theo turns toward her, irritation flickering for the first time. “You find this amusing.” She straightens, rolling her shoulders back, silver light pulsing faintly beneath her skin. “You always forget the same thing,” she says. “Every time you talk about perfection.” Theo watches her closely now. “And what is that.” “That perfection includes the will to choose,” she replies. “Even if the choice is death.” Before anyone can react, she moves. I barely see it happen.

He steered the conversation back to the original subject. “Anyway, I like sugary foods, but they limit my consumption here- no one wants a prince with dental problems. I’m not good at sports either.” “Is that why you wanted to marry someone with above average sporting abilities?” his future husband enquired. Sebastian found himself spluttering again. Excellent sporting ability had been one of the preferences he had input into the government match system. “How did you know?” he asked in surprise. “My sporting ability is the only thing that puts me above other people at my school,” Edward said. “Do I have to play sports at those events you go to instead of you?”