Novel & Cerita Perfectly Flawed Meaning

“She was looking for the perfect one…” “Or maybe she simply couldn’t let anyone into a heart that was already taken?” I look at the stunned blond. He looks ridiculous right now. “You know, it’s hard to find some mythical ideal when you already love someone very specific—someone who’s far from perfect. And perfect people don’t exist anyway! Everyone has flaws. But when you love someone, those flaws don’t weigh that heavily on you—you accept the person as they are, with all their little swarms of cockroaches.”

"Hunter.” "Ssshhh, princess. Before I go, I want to say something. You have bewitched me from the very moment that I laid my eyes on you. I am not going to lie when I say this, but you are mine. You are the only one that could reach inside this beast." I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Raven, there is no perfect person; we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still accepting them with all your heart creates perfection."

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to le

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.

It gave her a five-star hotel vibe, only the colors were a little dull—grey, black and white. Diva pouted, seeing everything in its place. It itched her a little bit. She hated perfection because she firmly believed no one was perfect. Therefore, why should a room look so perfect when humans, the smartest creature of the world, weren't perfect themselves? It needed to have flaws. If it didn't, she was gonna make the room imperfect.

I can’t stay in a relationship full of wrongs and pains. But the thing is, I fall easily. It’s just that I can’t sustain it. I’m a flawed, imperfect woman. I have made wrong choices and decisions that made the people around me see me in a different perspective. The woman who can’t be contented, the woman who asks for more. That’s how they see me. But the thing is, they don’t really know what I really am.

The questions you wanted to ask, the answers you wanted to give. Tons to show and heaps to know. Always. [If we could do things the way we are supposed to do; Then it would've been all perfect throughout our lives. But it isn't , for a reason… And that is because life is all about the little imperfections and flaws that sum up it's beauty, that makes us more of what we really are… A human.] Now, let me tell you a story.

“I’ll come pick you up.Also,I wanted to inform you that have stopped smoking,completely.I’ll try not to drink anymore.And…and I’d take up some anger management classes.Is there any other thing about me you don’t like?I’ll work on it.” Granted,it was okay for people to work on the bad part about them but I didn’t like how he sounded. Like he wanted to be perfect for me. No one is perfect. “Ben,when I said I didn’t like men who smoke,I didn’t mean that I find you the most unlikeable person in the world.You’re hot tempered and it’s okay to work on that as well but those are just your flaws.I have mine as well.They’re a lot.” “You’re flawless to me.”

He knew it wasn't supportive, but he didn't care. "Maybe you're right," Lexi said, "We have to try to be our best selves. And if that includes what we're doing now, then I guess that's the stain on our souls. I still think there are worse ones. No one gets out of this life without taking a hit. Everyone gets scars. Pretending that we have to be perfect is silly. I don't know -- I think I'd rather be flawed and happy than 'good.' At least that's what I'm going with right now."

Permission to be imperfect. Permission to struggle. Permission to not have it all figured out.