Novel & Cerita Perfectly Flawed Meaning

He stops her, not letting her go. Her stubbornness getting on his nerves. "Fine. " "But I need to know the reasons." They both stare and she sighs, asking him directly. "What is the definition of the word beautiful for you Ethan? He looks at her in confusion, but still answers. "Someone who is appealing to the eyes, someone who is flawless and stunning." "Exactly. And you look at me Ethan." "I a flawed in more ways you know." "I am broken." "I am a fucking mess dammit!"

Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping. We can only fly with two wings and two wings can only stay in the air if there is a balance. Two beautiful wings is perfection. There is a

Suddenly, I felt a lump in my throat, I have let myself go, now I don't care how true my words are. Everything I've said is like describing myself, many people would be pointing at me, people are too cruel and they don't make mistakes. I'm the type of woman who takes advantage of the rich, because I want the money, because I have chosen the easy way and because I'm a fraud, nothing about me is true. I'm not the girl I really want to be. "Gisela..."

And then he’d dropped it on me like a bomb, breaking up with me and walking out of my life with almost no explanation. What had I done to deserve this? How was it possible that a man that had always been so perfect had become so very flawed in such a short time? It wasn’t even that I’d expected him to be the Prince Charming of my fantasies when we had become something tangible. I had known that he wouldn’t be the Adonis I had always thought he was, and I had expected that he would have flaws. Everyone did. But having flaws was not the same as being an ass and hurting everyone.

Of course, I had to agree with his words and continue to encourage him. “You are seeing her as a trophy, not a person,” I said. “And I suspect that after wanting her this long, you are imagining her as more than she is, as well. No one person is perfect. We all have flaws. Bridget has several. You can’t continue to be blind to that.”

"You are not becoming like me, you are better than me." Palming his cheeks before he can bury his face between my swells, I say, "Not really. I think we are both flawed. Imperfect but perfect in our imperfections." Thrusting my hips, I splay my fingers on his chest, slide my arms around his neck. "Stop punishing me."

Perfect in all its imperfect, struggling, beautiful glory. Theirs. Completely, utterly, wonderfully theirs. Forever.

But then you come into my view with that charming smile of yours and those kind eyes, making me forget all these thoughts. Every day you tell me how perfect I am and then you go ahead and point out all your imperfections. Do you think I don’t know you, Jonathan? I know you inside and out baby, I know your flaws but I also know that you won’t be what you are now without them. Love is not about seeing someone as perfect; it is about accepting them with all their flaws and rough edges. You tell me that you have never been in a relationship, you have never committed yourself to someone but neither have I. You say that you don’t want to hurt me but what if I hurt you? I am not perfect Jonathan. I

I don’t know how that could happen, but I never did, all of that because I was perfect. Malia looked at me with a look of disbelief, then said in a tone that was filled with pain for me. “No one is perfect, Alana. We all have our flaws, even them... especially them and we both know it.” I knew what she was referring to, but she wasn’t the one that lived with them. She doesn’t see how much they think that they’re flawless.

in his chest and pulled out the one thing he had always tried to hide: his Failure. He projected the moment he had failed to save his mother. He projected the times he had wanted to give up. He projected the shame, the doubt, and the raw, ugly selfishness that lives in every human heart. He showed the Double that he wasn't a hero—he was a mess. The Null-Leo staggered. It was built to cancel out "Noise," but it had no "Anti-Variable" for a Mistake. It couldn't balance a flaw, because a flaw has no opposite. A flaw is simply a break in the pattern.