We live in an imperfect world, and imperfect people surround us every day.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We're imperfect people trapped in an imperfect world until we get to that place beyond.
The only nice thing about being imperfect is the joy it brings to others.
It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are the more gentle and quiet we become towards the defects of others.
We're living in a time when people are struggling to appear perfect.
Once you accept that we're all imperfect, it's the most liberating thing in the world. Then you can go around making mistakes and saying the wrong thing and tripping over on the street and all that and not feel worried.
Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.
We come to love not by finding a perfect person but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
We are all somewhere or the other a little grey, not black and white. We have our imperfections.
Every one of us is a perfect human being, deformed by the family, the society and the culture.
Imperfection is perfection.