We are all fallen creatures and all very hard to live with.
Because we're human beings, we're not always going to be perfect.
I don't believe that human beings can achieve ultimate enlightenment, because humans have flaws.
If we were all perfected beings, we wouldn't be here in the physical world.
All of us are imperfect human beings living in an imperfect world.
Mothers and children are human beings, and they will sometimes do the wrong thing.
Welcoming imperfection is the way to accomplish what perfectionism promises but never delivers. It gives us our best performance and genuine acceptance in the family of human -- and by that I mean imperfect -- beings.
Human beings are flawed and complicated and messy.
Every human being must be viewed according to what it is good for. For not one of us, no, not one, is perfect. And were we to love none who had imperfection, this world would be a desert for our love.
We're all cracked vessels, and we're always in process, I think, every one of us.
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.
We're such imperfect beings. I think that's more often the case than not.
