Dreams fulfilled are imperfect.
We worship perfection because we can't have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.
The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection.
Yes, I am imperfect and vulnerable and sometimes afraid, but that doesn't change the truth that I am also brave and worthy of love and belonging.
I always find beauty in things that are odd and imperfect - they are much more interesting.
No, I'm not perfect in any way.
It's so much more interesting when you're human. I hate making mistakes, but I'm not afraid of 'em.
I don't see myself as the perfect person at all.
Government is merely a means to an end.
I realize I'm not a machine. I'm going to make mistakes.
I'm like everybody else: weak, full of mistakes, but basically good.
No matter what you are, you're a mess." That's what the world tells us. "Every other woman is your competition. You feel bad about yourself and every other woman think she's perfect.
Don't permit fear of failure to prevent effort. We are all imperfect and will fail on occasions, but fear of failure is the greatest failure of all.
Imperfect men have no right to judge other imperfect men.
So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly.
Every great cause is born from repeated failures and from imperfect achievements.
If someone is too perfect they won't look good. Imperfection is important.
I might not be perfect, but I feel perfect. I think that's all that matters.
The Olympics is an imperfect interregnum, the parade of nations a fantasy about a peace never won. It offers little relief from strife and no harbor from terror.
The leaves let go, the seeds let go, and I must let go sometimes, too, and cast my lot with another of nature’s imperfect but tenacious survivors.
How happy I am to see myself as imperfect and to be in need of God's mercy.
Learning to give up on perfection may be just about the most romantic move any of us could make.
Professionally, I'm a perfectionist, and to allow people to see that maybe I wasn't always perfect or put together - that my actual personal life was very messy at times... it was scary to let people know that.
[On journalists:] We are a noisy, imperfect lot, struggling to scribble what has been called the first draft of history.
I am so imperfect, can you love me when really my soul is deformed? Will you love me anyhow?
