#imperfect

Art is a reality, not a definition; inasmuch as it approaches a reality, it approaches perfection, and inasmuch as it approaches a mere definition, it is imperfect and untrue. ↗

— Benjamin Haydon

#art #definition #imperfect #inasmuch #mere

We come to love not by finding a perfect person but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. ↗

— Sam Keen

#finding #imperfect #learning #love #perfect

What I like about film is it explores imperfections. ↗

— Mia Wasikowska

#explores #film #i #imperfections #like

7 - VI Quizá debemos aprender que lo imperfecto es otra forma de la perfección: la forma que la perfección asume para poder ser amada. ↗

— Roberto Juarroz

#life-and-living #love #life

When we see someone or something as imperfect, it is a reflection of our limitations, not theirs. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#happiness #imperfect #life #limitations #perception

From recovery to rags and rags to recovery symbolizes art - a perfect compilation of human imperfections. ↗

— Criss Jami

#artists #human-nature #imperfections #mistakes #perfect

Love every version of yourself, they help create your own unique version of extraordinary. ↗

— Kaiden Blake

#inspirational-attitude #inspirational-life #inspirational-quotes #inspirational-success-failure #kaiden-blake

To the people who love you, you are beautiful already. This is not because they’re blind to your shortcomings but because they so clearly see your soul. Your shortcomings then dim by comparison. The people who care about you are willing to let you be imperfect and beautiful, too. (20) ↗

— Victoria Moran

#beauty #flawed #imperfect #love #self-love

All I have to say is - run, dive, pitch a tent... Spend hours on the phone with your best friend.... Wear bikinis. Drink tequila. Wake up in the morning happy for no good reason.... Lie in the grass, dream of your future, of your imperfect life & your imperfect marriage to your imperfect true love.... Because what else is there? Honestly, there's nothing else. Nothing else matters. ↗

— Melanie Gideon

#love #dreams

Yet, when a man stands in the midst of his own beautifications, in the midst of his own northern airs of taciturnity and reservation, and not in the vanity and shortcoming of a woman's vestures, nor adornments; he is likely to see gliding past him silent, magical creatures whose happiness and seclusion he yearns for- his own mistakes, his own wounds, his own shortcomings: and that is no meager happiness. Yet, even with this yearning, even with that yearning for truth, for innocence in expression, man almost believes that his greater self lives there amongst the shortcomings, the humiliations, and the injuries: in these quiet regions even the fiercest air, even the howling air, turns into deathly silence, and in the most palest of northern snows, where you will find the white bear, youth itself even turns into a dream of youth. How he moves over these hilltops, like an enormous moth into the sun! But what is the sun for him, when there is no such thing as warmth? ↗

— Parodties

#innocence #renewal #youth #death