Tag: wisdom poetry literature perfect perfection quotes thoughts imperfect imperfection poetry-quotes literature-quotes dejan-stojanovic
There is something perfect to be found in the imperfect: the law keeps balance through the juxtaposition of beauty, which gains perfection through nurtured imperfection.
Dejan StojanovicTag: wisdom poetry beauty literature balance perfect perfection quotes thoughts imperfect imperfection juxtaposition poetry-quotes literature-quotes dejan-stojanovic
We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.
Dejan StojanovicTag: wisdom art poetry nature literature signs quotes golden-rule thoughts imperfect imperfection key works sign mastery shape golden poetry-quotes literature-quotes dejan-stojanovic
When we see someone or something as imperfect, it is a reflection of our limitations, not theirs.
Steve MaraboliTag: life perception happiness beauty imperfect limitations
I bought you something" Willows blurts out.
"You bought...What?"
Willow closes her eyes for a second. She's a little surprised she's going to give it to him after all, but there's no going back now. She has to.
"At the bookstore." She reaches into her bag again, and pushes the package across the table towards him.
Guy takes the book out of the bag slowly, Willow waits for him to look disappointed, to look confused that she would buy him such a battered, old-
"I love it when used books have notes in the margins, it's the best," Guy says as he flips through the pages. "I always imagine who read it before me." He pauses and looks at one of Prospero's speeches. "I have way too much homework to read this now, but you know what? Screw it. I want to know why it's your favorite Shakespeare. Thank you, that was really nice of you. I mean, you really didn't have to."
"But I did anyway," Willow says so quietly she's not even sure hears her.
Hey," Guy frowns for a second. "You didn't write anything in here."
"Oh, I didn't even think...I, well, I wouldn't even know what to write," Willow says shyly.
"Well, maybe you'll think of something later," he says.
Willow watches Guy read the opening. There's no mistaking it. His smile is genuine, and she can't help thinking that if she can't make David look like this, at least she can do it for someone.
Tag: friendship reading gift imperfect self-doubt gracious self-harm personalization caring-heart-warming used-books used-bookstore
Stupidity is to have amnesia over your own faults when the person you hate makes theirs.
Shannon L. AlderTag: pain stupidity human hurt hypocrisy mistake cruelty gossip liars imperfect sinners rumors unkind convenience players stalkers jealous-women angry-men fake-christians cheaters stupid-women defaming gossipers evilness judgers sorow unchristlike
I always find beauty in things that are odd
Marc JacobsTag: beauty imperfect interesting odd
Solitude is the worst of punishments. It’s like waiting in the Death Row for your last supper and the final blow, the chair or gas or whatever. The utter act of capital punishment, except it’s lasting an eternity. You'd say being alone, single, can have an array of possibilities, positive sides. You'd argue when being approached with such a statement! You'd mention how good it feels to be independent, to have a free choice, not depending on anyone else's opinion. The space in your life, the remote in your hand that is not wrestled for, the cookies, still present in the jar, waiting for you to eat them. The wide bed and the covers just for your own pleasure and usage. I can see you throwing your arguments at me, fighting passionately since you strongly believe that what you say, is the truth.
And then, the night falls, devouring your clearly visible assumptions and postulates, making some room for doubt and fright. You hear the silence that grows around you, feel it possessing you from the inside and you don't have time to brace yourself for what's coming. The horrid feeling of incompletion and senseless existence catch you with overpowering force, making your throat shrink and your mind tight. You're scared so much that all seems so dark and eerie. Then, you ask yourself whether it was really you who chose this, who decided upon this unbearable state of utter loneliness. The answer is usually the same. It is always you, always me. Not consciously, but by our choices, we become the pariahs of our own pitiful life. The untouchables. We are the hater and the hated, the victim and the perpetrator in one body, lying to ourselves, blaming everybody else but us for each second of this unthinkable hell, praying in silence to be saved, to be spared from pain and suffering.
In the end, you’d rather go barefoot through glowing coals than admit that you’re too scared to ask for love.
Tag: imperfect
I used to cry to the stars in the sky and begged them to have mercy on me cause I longed for the moment when the amount of pain I felt would be unbearable and I would simply go numb. Numb. The very taste of that word was a sweet symphony to me. A relief. An alleviation in my unendurable existence. A cure. I ached because of more reasons than I could contain. My mother's cancer, my unrequited love, my worn body. The absence of my dignity and innocence. The utter feeling of abandonment. My yearning for love and family. My beloved father who left me. My freakiness and lack of belonging somewhere. My bisexuality and faith deprivation. My poverty, being insolvent most of my life, having no money to my name since forever. My shack of a house, cold and loathed from the very first days. My sorrow and grief caused by my weaknesses and deficiencies...
Magdalena GanowskaTag: imperfect
As we try to achieve perfection, society changes and we just become more imperfect
Joao MatodTag: society change perfection imperfect imperfection perfectionism inspire
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