I am so imperfect, can you love me when really my soul is deformed? Will you love me anyhow?
All explicit knowledge is translated knowledge, and all translation is imperfect.
It seems a fantastic paradox, but it is nevertheless a most important truth, that no architecture can be truly noble which is not imperfect.
What passes for love is imperfect knowledge. Not knowing, initially, allows faithlessness to dress up as its opposite; casts the inarticulate as enigmatic, the selfish as forgetful, the angry as impassioned.
I'm certainly an imperfect man. And it's only by the blood of Jesus Christ that I've been redeemed from my sins. So I know that God doesn't call me to do a specific thing, God hasn't given me a list, a Ten Commandments of things to act on the first day. What God calls us to do is follow his will. And ultimately that's what I'm going to try to do.
He was so far from the gallant knights in her romantic fantasies. . . He was tarnished, scarred, imperfect.
Religion of our conception, thus imperfect, is always subject to a process of evolution and re-interpretation.
Markets are imperfect. So you do need regulation, knowing that the regulators are also human.
The civilized man is a larger mind but a more imperfect nature than the savage.
The lichen on the rocks is a rude and simple shield which beginning and imperfect Nature suspended there. Still hangs her wrinkledtrophy.
Hope, the best comfort of our imperfect condition.
But aren't many gardens beautiful because they are imperfect?. . . aren't the strange, new flowers that arise by mistake or misadventure as pleasing as the well-tended and planned?
Every attempt we make is imperfect; yet each one of those imperfect attempts is an occasion for a delight unlike anything else on earth.
Marriage. . . is still the imperfect institution it must remain while women continue to be ill-educated, passive, and subservient.
. . . Love never forgets; or if it does, it is an imperfect love, like the beautiful love of a dog, faithful and unreasoning.
There are great advantages to seeing yourself as an accident created by amateur parents as they practiced. You then have been left in an imperfect state and the rest is up to you. Only the most pitifully inept child requires perfection from parents.
Those who have a strong sense of love and belonging have the courage to be imperfect.
It is the imperfect that astonishes and attracts us.
We are not merely imperfect creatures who must be improved; we are rebels who must lay down our arms.
To treat an imperfect brother (or sister) impatiently is to advertise our own imperfections.