Who Said You Are Not Perfect Mga Nobela at Kwento

#songs #AdamLambert. - Better than I know myself #TheScript #Army of angels Clara I'm not perfect .I've always said that; perfection isn't perfection unless there are imperfections visible... So we are all imperfectly perfect . There are some moments in life when you feel undeserving of what you have or like a total loser.I've had many of those days and weeks ,when I sometimes feel like I'm not being a good enough mother to my son , or perfect wife to my husband . When you wake up in the morning and wish you could fall back to sleep cause you hate feeling like you are failing at a role you should perfectly fit into cause you've had enough practice, however you still feel like you are always

"And... you won't mind if I don't look perfect?" He grins, shaking his head and promising that in his eyes, she always looked stunning. "Perfect doesn't exist, anyway," he says, insisting she stop holding herself to an impossible standard that was nothing more than a single person's opinion. Everyone had their own taste. What was perfection to her could be someone else's disaster. "You can't please everyone, sweetheart. No matter how hard you try... in the end, you'll just end up wearing yourself out." "Huh..." she murmurs, admitting she had never thought of her appearance in such a way.

I looked at myself in the mirror, amazed at how a simple bowtie could enhance my appearance. "Thank you, Mom," I said, a mix of gratitude and admiration in my voice. "You always know how to make everything perfect." Her smile widened as she pulled me into a warm embrace. "Oh, my dear, perfection is overrated. What matters is that you keep trying, no matter how imperfect the outcome may be. That's how you truly learn and grow." Her words resonated deep within me, teaching me a valuable lesson. It wasn't about doing everything flawlessly, but rather about finding contentment in the journey itself, embracing imperfections, and continually striving to improve.

I⁠ asked, trying to sound amused. “Nothi⁠ng.” H‍e looked away, but not quic‌kly eno‍u‌gh to hid‌e t‍he sof‍tness there. “You’re easy to lo‌ok at w‌hen y⁠ou’re not trying to be perfect.‌”⁠ I felt heat rise to my cheeks.‍ “I thought⁠ perfection was r⁠equired in your wor‌ld‌.” “Maybe I was w‌rong about that.”

“Why are you so good at everything?” “I wish I was.” Matilda laughed. “I’m serious. You’re good at school, you’re good at giving advice, you’re good at sports. You’re just… perfect.” “That’s really nice of you to say but I’m not perfect. No one is.” “You are actually… to me.” “What do you mean?”

The truth of the statement hung quietly between them. Because yes. Children listened. But more importantly— they watched. Every day. Every moment. Learning who people became under pressure. How they treated others. How they loved. God. Elena smiled softly. "You know what that means?" "What?" Silence. Then gently: "It means we don't have to be perfect." Fair. Adrian looked unconvinced. Reasonable. Then she continued: "We just have to keep trying." God. That settled into him deeply. Because perfection wasn't possible.

"What do you see yourself as then?" "What you see me as is what I see myself as," he replied with a grin. "Oh, what do you suppose I see you as?" "A handsome man, perfect everywhere." "You are indeed handsome but the latter part is incorrect." "Eh? Why do you say so?” he asked in perplexity. "None of us in this world are really flawless. There are one or two flaws either pronounced or concealed. But the reality stands. No one's perfect, Phoenix. Not even me and neither you."

Nothing could describe how amazing my Mate is, and the words felt clumsy in my mouth. With a sigh, she replies, "No one is perfect, not even the Gods!" I had ripped off my clothes at this point, and my cock was rock hard as I walked into the water. "That’s not true, you are my mate, you are perfect," I reply.

I scoffed. His eyes shook slightly at my response, but I continued. "-and who said you always have to be all perfect? That's unrealistic, that's not human at all. Whether you're a crown prince or not, at the end of the day you're still human, and it's completely natural. Just take that bastard emperor as an example. It's not like he was so perfect himself. Let me tell you now, such people don't exist," I spoke with more excitement than I intended to. "You can cry or laugh or get angry or frustrated or happy or just anything, it doesn't change who you are. So don't listen to what those boring people say. Besides, you have a good heart anyway. You already did your part, so the others can just

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.