Quotes About Nobody's Perfect Mga Nobela at Kwento

I started cursing myself for not being around him when he needed me the most. "I wanted a perfect life partner for myself. Your mom was perfect but she could never bear my perfection. So as Nova. Throughout my whole life, I learned a lesson. Two perfect people can never end up together, neither a perfect nor an imperfect person. Both need to be equally imperfect" Why does it feel so good now? While Hearing him like this my pain reduces a bit.

‘Those who belittle others are usually so little themselves. Small people belittle others. Great people make others feel they to can become great.’ Quote by Nick Verd. April barely had time to plaster a small smile on her face, still covering her braces, before they entered the hall. To claps and cheers. In her mind, she had very little to be happy about right now. The way Noah had looked at her made her self-conscious of her overweight body. She didn’t want to be here.

“Now, say you’re perfect.” “I am perfect,” I whispered. “Louder!” he barked. “I’m perfect!” I said louder this time, my voice firmer. “Always remember,” Alex said, his smile turning into a smirk, “how you present yourself is how you will be treated. If you believe you’re perfect, then you are. The rest of the world can go fuck themselves in the ass.” I chuckled at his bluntness, shaking my head in disbelief. “I’m perfect,” I said again, this time with conviction.

They sat on the chairs near pool, it was night of full moon and water was sparkling with the moonlight. “Maybe I am not as beautiful as Nina but my Love is true, and love doesn’t need to be perfect but it has to be true” Sofia said in convincing tone. “It’s not about who is more beautiful, who is more perfect, you both are perfect in every sense, Sofia you are dream woman which every man wants, you have no flaw in your personality, in your beauty, point is you came late in my life when I already gave my feelings to someone else” Oscar explained firmly.

“Are you perfect?” “No.” “Then why should your future wife have all the pressure to be flawless? It’s okay to be annoyed at the person you love sometimes. It’s natural if something they do makes you sad, or if you do something that is less than optimal. We all make mistakes. If that’s why you’re still single—because you’re looking for Miss Perfect—you are going to be single for a very, very long time.” “I don’t think I’m expecting her to be perfect,” Parker said with a frown. “Just the relationship.”

Everyone is silent and I actually wipe some tears away from my eyes. I sigh, calming down after my fit of laughter. "Wow. I'm so sorry to whoever wrote this, because that took me ages to read. And I would say I'm a little hurt, but I have people to vouch for me. On another note, I think I'm going to pin this on my wall." "What did it say?" Isaac asks me, genuinely confused and intrigued.

“Even while picking precious gems, you can pick an ordinary stone by mistake. As we all know, no one is above making mistakes.” He laughed, a cruel one, cutting through my bones. “You talk about precious gems as if you are one. And talking about mistakes, don't ever mistake a nobody for a friend.” The words hit harder than I wanted them to, but I swallowed the sting and forced myself to meet his gaze. “A nobody? You talk about friends like you know valuable ones. Like you have real ones.” His face darkened instantly, rage crackling like electricity in the air. “Watch your mouth.”

--- A beat. “With resistance.” --- With people who chose to stand. --- Who chose to act. --- Who refused to let either side dominate completely. --- Victor exhaled slowly. --- Not dismissing it. --- Not accepting it fully either. --- “You’re trusting humanity to regulate itself,” he said. --- A pause. --- “That’s never worked perfectly.” --- Elena met his gaze. --- “It doesn’t have to be perfect.” --- A beat. --- “It just has to be real.” --- Because perfection—

"Is that a bad thing?" "Not necessarily. But it can be exhausting. For you and for everyone around you." She took a sip of her wine. "I used to be the same way. Then I realized that perfection is an illusion. The best you can do is show up and try your best. The rest is out of your control." "That's very philosophical." "I read it on a yoga mat."

It was unique. And it was hers. I shrugged. “It’s weird… But… in a good way. It makes you stand out.” She stared at me. She looked stunned. Like no one had ever just said it. Like no one had ever told her it wasn’t something she needed to erase. “Everyone else tries to be perfect,” I added. “Fuck them. The important thing in life is chasing happiness. To hell with what others are saying.” Her face turned like a tomato. She looked away quickly. She was biting her lip, trying to smother the smile curling on her mouth.