imperfection [Theme]

There is nothing indisputable. This also applies to the Constitution.

It was so unpleasant for her to realize the imperfection of human relations; even the best of them have a wormhole.

It is through her that the light enters.

By allowing ourselves to forgive our mother for her imperfections, we give both her and ourselves a chance to change - even if it seems to you that the mother is unbearable and everything is hopeless.

They immediately became attached to each other with mysterious threads. And really, how to explain sympathy? Why is it that such and such a peculiarity, such and such an imperfection, which is indifferent or repugnant in one person, is attractive in another?

In the soul of each of us there is a kind of emptiness, innate imperfection persistently pursues a person from the very first thought. On a primitive level, he feels this darkness in the depths of his consciousness. We strive to avoid this emptiness and are afraid of it. All human accomplishment is driven by the hope of filling this void. Darkness will not disappear as long as humanity consists of individual people.

Kindness is when you understand Maresyev: how perfect the legs are only when you feel how imperfect the prostheses are in walking.

I am a warrior, Lale. Yes, warriors sometimes die. But ordinary people also die. From hunger, hard work, disease. Every day. This is life. It is impossible to hide from all the dangers. And none of us knows how much is meted out to him. But I think it is not so important how long to live. It is important how. A long, empty life of eternal caution and fear? Isn't this torture? No, Lale, I'm not afraid to die. Because I live in full force. I was very lucky. I have good mentors and friends. My destiny. And the ability to implement it. This is what I do in protecting someone. And then there is you. Only for one you this world can be forgiven for all its imperfections.

There are no people with perfect destinies. All people are infinitely imperfect.

Do not justify the imperfection of your mind by the imperfection of the rules.

The character of the things of this world, namely the human world, is not only imperfection, as has been repeatedly said, but rather a perversion, a distortion in the moral, mental, physical and in all respects.

The perfection of the perfect is truly imperfect.

The way to perfection is through imperfection.

I'm not a perfect but I keep trying




I'm not perfect, but I try.