#perfect

I am Nobody, nobody is perfect, therefore I am perfect. ↗

— Dandi Daley Mackall

#perfect #love

When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin? ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

#love

He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her lashes, She had just enough time to take in a breath, to blink, to part her lips before he took them with his own. Time froze. Her heart ceased to beat. Her eyes fluttered shut. The cool slip of the small metal loop pressed into her skin as he kissed her. Urgent. Gentle. So slow. Sweet, soft demolition. He tasted of cloves and coffee. And of something else. A farawat essence, familiar and yet somehow foreign, too. Something sere and arid. A little like some. A little like decay Ash. ↗

— Kelly Creagh

#kissing #love #perfect #love

I think if love is real, and headed toward the altar, the sex part-within reason-can wait. ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

#love

I bought a selection of short, romantic fiction novels, studied them, decided that I had found a formula and then wrote a book that I figured was the perfect story. Thank goodness it was rejected. ↗

— Louise Brown

#bought #decided #fiction #figured #formula

The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, but love is the perfection of it". 'Perfection ↗

— Steve Copland

#love

Immodest creature, you do not want a woman who will accept your faults, you want the one who pretends you are faultless – one who will caress the hand that strikes her and kiss the lips that lie to her." (Letter, 17 June 1837) ↗

— George Sand

#gender #imperfections #inequality #men #mysogyny

Perfection of character is this: to live each day as if it were your last, without frenzy, without apathy, without pretence. ↗

— Marcus Aurelius

#character #death #life #mindfulness #perfection

There were profound reasons for his attachment to the sea: he loved it because as a hardworking artist he needed rest, needed to escape from the demanding complexity of phenomena and lie hidden on the bosom of the simple and tremendous; because of a forbidden longing deep within him that ran quite contrary to his life's task and was for that very reason seductive, a longing for the unarticulated and immeasurable, for eternity, for nothingness. To rest in the arms of perfection is the desire of any man intent upon creating excellence; and is not nothingness a form of perfection? ↗

— Thomas Mann

#eternity #excellence #nothingness #perfection #sea

I'm pretty aware that the pursuit of perfection is, inherently, a flawed concept. ↗

— Jonny Wilkinson

#concept #flawed #i #inherently #perfection