Perfectly Imperfect Artinya Novels & Stories

He began to speak again, his voice quieter now but still clear enough for everyone to hear. “I called this piece Perfection,” he said. “Not because the woman in it is flawless, but because she represents something perfect to me. Something rare. She’s strong, but gentle. She’s been through things, yet she still carries light. To me, she is perfection — not in the way the world defines it, but in the way she exists. She doesn’t have to try. She simply is.” I felt my eyes start to sting.

I reluctantly agreed. My confusion did not take away from the absolute perfection of RU. Everything was so organized and reminded me of a well-oiled machine. Which was funny in my mind since that’s what they actually produce. There were so many inventions and ideas around the building. We slowly made our way over to a dimly lit section. I thought it must have been an idea that was put on hold. Until we got closer. Then it hit me. There was an arm on this table. An arm just like the one Will had. He wasn’t kidding. They literally built his arm.

From where she was, she could see God's perfect sculpture. Caraline couldn't deny that the man in front of her was captivating. The carvings of his face, cheeks, nose, eyebrows, skin tone, and beady eyes that so captivated her were priceless masterpieces. But she knew perfection belongs solely to God. The paralysis in Deric's leg was like a black spot on the charm the man had to offer. Once again, Caraline had to say that Deric was like an angel with broken wings. "How long are you going to look at me like that?" Deric smiled faintly. "Don't you have to go to work? I don't want you to be late."

The sunset melted into the ocean, soft and golden. “why do you love me? ” she asked suddenly, her voice small. Chase chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Because you're perfect.” Perfect. There it was again. That word, like a knife laced in honey. Her smile faded slightly. “And if I wasn't perfect?” she asked softly “would you still love me?” He laughed, not realizing the weight of her words. “well then, I'd have to tarde you in. ” Her body stiffened just a little.

no" Makes you feel good, yeah I know you're out of my league But that won't scare me away, oh, no You've carried on so long You couldn't stop if you tried it You've built your wall so high That no one could climb it But I'm gonna try Would you let me see beneath your beautiful? Would you let me see beneath your perfect? Take it off now, girl, take it off now, girl I wanna see inside Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight?" I had no idea he was such an amazing singer. I did my business and went downstairs to the kitchen. I was expecting an empty house without any groceries, but I was rather impressed when all the cabinets were stocked and the refrigerator had everything in my fav

“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

“ ... FLASHBACK. As her usual morning routine was, Bellamy took her canvas outside and began painting. She wanted to express on her feelings of the early morning sun on paper but she found herself drawing something else. It was a huge unicorn with a magical whirlpool in front of it. “ It's ugly." Eight years old Bellamy cried. “ What's wrong, darling?" Queen Minerva asked. “ My painting. It's ugly. " She cried harder. Queen Minerva looked at the painting and shook her head. “ It's not ugly dear. It's beautiful in its own way. Not every thing in this world has to be as perfect as you are. " “ I'm not perfect. " Bellamy frowned. “ I'm sorry but you are perfect in my years. My little baby girl

I somehow get a shape that resembles a head. But does it resemble Abe's? No. "Why is there even such a thing as art?" I ask with a frustrated sigh. "To express beauty," replies Dane. "Beauty. A word meaning to convey the coincidental encounter of a spectacle that is somewhat enticing, mesmerizing, or delightful to look at or view. A circuitous concept. Inconsistent. Subjective. Unstandardized. Incohesive," I say as I turn to look Dane in the eye. He raises an eyebrow and smirks slightly.

Cyrus stared at her in silence as she spoke further. “There is nothing wrong in being imperfect. Everyone lacks something it’s fine if you’re not perfect because this tells you that at the end of the day you’re also a human. A human who does mistakes. Being a human is being imperfect.” Cyrus blinked looking away from her as he licked his lips.

I don't even like this guy. I groan inwardly. "You don't scare me." I said firm. He cocks his head to the side. "You're intimidating, that's all. You're superior to everyone and... I get... I get this feeling that I need to be this perfect person in front of you. Like I need not to do any mistakes so I don't disappoint you. I need to be careful with my words because if I say the wrong things, it might get you mad at me. You know, things like that." I spurted out shyly, good thing words came out right this time.