Quotes About Nobody's Perfect Novels & Stories

What am I doing in my life? "I appreciate your compliment Mr. And Mrs. Grande but I am not a perfect person. No one is," I replied in my most respectful tone. I don't want to sound rude either way. But if the arrival of my words for them is rude, then that'd be fine for me. Besides, I can stand by my words. No one is living perfectly in this world. Everyone has its flaws, gaps, mistakes, failures and terrible sides. What made it perfect is the person who appreciated and accepted the person's imperfections. That would be pointed as imperfectly perfect.

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

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I was very curious to know what that was about. “I…will try my best,” she responded at last. “I am not as perfect as Luna Coraline or Rose, but I will try,” I frowned at her. What was that about? Does she think she wasn’t good enough? “First, no need to call them luna now that we are doing this, and second, nobody is perfect in this world, Ivyanka,” “They are,” she shrugged and lowered her gaze. “Perfection is just an illusion, an escape for those who are scared to accept who they are.” She blinked at me, looking surprised, and I nodded.

"Nobody's perfect,tell her something like,your tummy is so flat ,your nose ... you're so... you're right beauty, she's definitely perfect in the world's beauty standard,a perfect figure ,but i won't tolerate her rudeness towards you,you didn't create yourself beauty, you eat very little than most of us,I want you to believe in yourself,you're really a beauty ,it's not just a name,it's who you are, just please see yourself like I see you, please". She hugged me with a smile We both released from the hug but still holding each other.

I had only met her five minutes before, yet it felt like I knew her as well as I knew anyone. I pulled out my phone and started a group text. Me: We’re airborne. ETA ten minutes. Joemar: I’ll be waiting. How is she? Me: You’ll like her. She’s perfect. Joemar: There’s no such thing as perfect. Everyone has flaws. Sometimes, they aren’t apparent until you look closely. Me: Fine, Mr. Negative. Maybe she’s not perfect, but she’s about as perfect a candidate as we ever could have hoped for.

“Symbols of something we don’t have at the moment. I don’t have Ecto with me now but that doesn’t mean my feelings for him are gone. We are worlds apart but our hearts beat as one. Even now. The same goes for Ecto. At first, I was nothing but a voice to him. He didn’t love me for my physical appearance. He loved the thought of me. Me with all my insecurities, anxieties, but also potential. He loved my current version and also the best version that I could become.” “ECTO… IS… NOT… HUMAN!” Ms. Perfect roars, enunciating every word; her face as red as an overripe tomato that’s about to burst. “He is, too!” Kate says, also raising her voice and nearly sticking out her tongue. “He’s more human th

"Hasn't everyone, everybody wants to feel love so we label anything we feel as love, we fall in love with the idea of love from fairytales, books, movies hoping for perfection, perfection that we can never have," "Do you really believe there is no such thing a perfection?" "I think it depends on your definition of perfection, your perspective, your point of view and how you see the world," she said taking a sip of her wine slowly before placing it back on the counter. "I think you're perfect," "From what perspective?"

I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Becca, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only sunshine it needs." "Josh?"

— she gags as she says the latter and I erupt into a snicker — “And most of all, you're not fat. Do you know how it feels to walk down the street and be called orobo by almost everyone that passes me? Like, I can't even eat outside because I'm scared people will judge me and say it's because of the way I eat that I'm fat. Now, tell me. Is that something to envy?” “Well... It's not.” I pause. “But, I guess we all have our flaws. No one is perfect. I'm sure if we were all perfect, life will be so boring.” “As in,” Joy agrees with a small chuckle. “Our flaws make us human.” “Yes.” “We weren't born to be perfect.” “Yes, sir.” “We were born to be imperfect.” She points ahead. “Tell them.” “We all