#imperfect

As you begin your tour of the United States, you may as well know that one American national trait which irritates many Americans and must be convenient for our critics is that we relentlessly advertise our imperfections. ↗

— Henry Cabot Lodge, Jr.

#american #begin #convenient #critics #imperfections

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

— Steve Maraboli

#happiness #imperfect #life #limitations #perception

When you work on your own life, you are less likely to hyper focus on the imperfections of your husband. ↗

— Martha Quinn

#husband #hyper #imperfections #less #life

That moving carcass does but very inadequately symbolizes you....a subtle and immortal spirit. ↗

— James Branch Cabell

#life #life-lessons #spirituality-of-imperfection #life

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

— Criss Jami

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

It seems a fantastic paradox, but it is nevertheless a most important truth, that no architecture can be truly noble which is not imperfect. ↗

— John Ruskin

#fantastic #imperfect #important #most #nevertheless

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

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

never believe that you are anything less then extraordinary. ↗

— Kaiden Blake

#inspirational #kaiden-blake #spirituality-of-imperfection #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