Quotes About Nobody's Perfect Novels & Stories

“You’re frowning, baby, what’s wrong?” I shake my head and put down the paint brush. “I’m not perfect at this, mom.” I tell her. “And who says perfection is expected of you?” I purse my lips, blinking slowly. “But you’re perfect at everything, mom.” Mom smiles warmly, her hand going under my chin and lifting my head so that she’s looking into my eyes. “Who says I’m perfect?” “I see it,” I confess, “and dad says it all the time.” “Between you and I, baby, your dad isn’t very smart.” She laughs as she pools a stool close to mine and sits. I laugh with her, my shoulders quaking. “I am far from perfect… no one is perfect, do you know why?”

So, how could I answer him exactly? “Well… I can’t speak for all women, but if you’re asking for my personal opinion, then I don’t think there really is a ‘correct man’,” I admitted, shrugging. “Honestly, I don’t even think there’s a correct person. Everyone has their own tastes, everyone has their own flaws. It isn’t about finding the perfect person, it’s about finding the person who’s perfect for you.” “And the person who’s perfect for you would be...?” He trailed off.

“I know and hey guess what Angel said to me?” “What did she say?” “She said not everyone can be perfect like you and I.” “Who is perfect ? Belle and Camilla? since when.” I ask laughing “Exactly.” “That girl has a lot to learn about life. We look like we have it together but man we make mistakes too. We fall, we cry, we rise and shine brighter than the last time because life goes on and there is absolutely nothing we can do or fix by dwelling so we just let things be.” “Yes but she still thought about it. I couldn't help but laugh because I am far from perfect. The only thing perfect about me is my wardrobe. Wait, no it's not even perfect, I have some terrible clothing.” Mia echoes laughter

The flowers, delicate and enduring, seemed to embody the resilience and beauty of those who had shared their stories. Later, Yam organized a small reading session—Letters From Nobody, Responded By Everybody. Participants read entries aloud anonymously, followed by open replies offered like small gifts. One letter said: “I feel like the only person who doesn’t know how to be happy.” A reply came softly from someone in the back: “Happiness isn’t a requirement for worth. You’re already enough.” These words resonated deeply, a reminder that worth was not contingent on external validation.

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

Yes! That's how the world rolls,you can't have everything because this world is fair on that field, its trying to offer everyone a chance and that chance comes and goes, when it comes, make sure you do everything and everything to grab it because you own it and you gotta ride it!😏 Be OK with imperfection. No one is perfect — intellectually, we all know that, but emotionally we seem to feel bad when we don’t reach perfection,sweetheart...You aren’t perfect and you never will be.

because I was full of my own . I knew I wasn't perfect . I knew I would never be enough for someone but hey , you can be as long as you pretend to be the perfect one . And all its gonna cost you will be an eternity in hell , with a forgotten existence and an empty black soul . ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ " Crash her laptop " after a very long pause Conan spoke up again he voice was no where laid back as before , Anna's threat about sending his and her's pictures to Selina had done his magic , the guy was no longer relaxed as before.

It started with sincere love and kindness because doing such things costs you nothing. Thanks to Mr. Stephen, people like him made me a princess overnight. And those that had given up on love, destiny, family and hope... I've come to realize that nobody is left behind. No matter how perfect, or imperfect you think you are. I want you to know that life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly…but merely to be LIVED. Boldly, wildly, beautifully, uncertainly, imperfectly, magically LIVED. Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same. There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman bei

He mirrored my actions and we had a mini stare down for a few seconds. "Maybe I haven't found the right one." I laughed in his face, "There's no such thing as the right one." He seemed taken aback by my amusement, "There is. Why would you say that?" "There's no perfect person out there. You just have to find a pretty good person and deal with their flaws for the rest of your life." I stated. "No one said anything about perfection. I'm saying, the right person wouldn't have you questioning your feelings even when they mess up." His statement left me thinking deep.

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.”