Pursuit To Perfection の小説・ストーリー

I say with a scoff. "All privileges exist to be abused" He says "It is absurd you do not think that?" I turn to him again "So that's the reason you've been stalking me? Because my Pops think we could be good friends and you want to 'abuse' that privilege?" "To stalk, means to progress in an ominous silent manner " He says, sounding obviously bored with that word and faces me "I really don't think I am a silent person with you" "So you don't watch me while I sleep?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

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?”

“All of it… every lesson, every step… it’s complete here.” “Yes,” the other responds, eyes meeting, full of calm certainty. “Not because it is perfect. Not because it is without flaw. But because it is ours. And we’ve lived it fully, consciously, and together.” This exchange captures the heart of the final chapter: completeness not in perfection, but in presence; not in certainty, but in awareness; not in endings, but in the conscious acknowledgment of a journey fully lived.

“Yes, I can, but can’t you understand that your bubble suffocated me? I wanted so desperately to make you proud, to be the perfect wife, to hold my own beside you, to give you the beautiful mini Moore we both wanted—and I did want them too, I really did, but I needed to find my self-respect first. I never found it with you because the pressure of living up to the perfection of your life was just too much.’ The walls of the surrounding buildings seemed to close in on her, crowding her, squeezing her, like creatures from the horror film her fairy-tale marriage had turned into. She gazed at him, feeling an almost unbearable sadness loom down on her. He looked haggard, as if he’d been told his e

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.”

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.”

"The compromise between ambition and compassion." "The balance sheet that doesn't balance." Ben flanked my other side, his broken tablet clutched like a talisman. "The decision to invest in people instead of profits." "The pack that chooses its members." Valerius's growl rumbled through the white space. "Not because they're optimal, but because they're ours." "The legacy that matters." Dad and Mom stepped forward together. "Children, not achievements. Love, not legacy." The perfect version looked at us—really looked, analyzing our formation, our resolve, our fundamental irrationality. And I saw calculations running behind those purple eyes, probability assessments and strategic analyses and

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

"Revenge means you look for what's best, what's most beautiful in your enemy's life, and you make it sick, you make it dirty from the inside out." "What in the world are you talking about?" he growled. "It means we'll leave their big company alone; we'll go after their future instead," she said, pondering on what she meant. "Maddison and Grant think they're building this perfect life for themselves. A legacy, a family." She spat out "family" like it was poison on her tongue. "We'll find what's most valuable to their future. We'll find what they think is perfect and secure. And then we'll show the world what's wrong with it, what's wrong with their idea of perfection."

I understand you are very unsure, and it's perfectly fine to be. I want to start the journey of my life from the very bottom with you. I want to reach the pinnacle of this journey only with you. I want to eventuate a haphazard journey and travel through the length of the roads and flow of the rivers, take a road as it comes by without any pronounced destination. Only with you.