Je tiens à mon imperfection comme à ma raison d'être.

It is human to feel imperfect. That was what you wanted, above all else: to be human. And now that is what you are. The imperfections - the weaknesses - the imprecisions - they are the very things which define humans as human. And which drive them to transcend their own failings.

It's a weakness of mine-I want people to understand me.

Human nature is imperfect.

Al comienzo de mi vida espiritual, hacia los trece o catorce años, me preguntaba qué más podría adquirir en lo sucesivo, pues creía que me era imposible comprender mejor la perfección. Pronto reconocí que cuanto más se adelanta en este camino, tanto más lejos del término se cree uno, y por eso ahora me resigno a verme siempre imperfecta y en eso encuentro mi alegría.

I told them I was but a man, and they must not expect me to be perfect; if they expected perfection from me, I should expect it from them; but if they would bear with my infirmities and the infirmities of the brethren, I would likewise bear with their infirmities.

I know my soul hath power to know all things, Yet is she blind and ignorant of all; I know I am one of nature's little kings, Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall.

The more I feel imperfect, the more I feel alive.

Imperfections need to be appreciated.

I wanted you to know me.

Our culture values perfect pictures of ourselves, mirage, over and above authentic connection. But we meet one another through the imperfect particular of our bodies. Imperfection calls out for affinity — for the beloved to say, I too am broken, but may I join you?

I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.

It becomes easier for me to accept myself as a decidedly imperfect person, who by no means functions at all times in the way in which I would like to function.

Many of the faults you see in others, dear reader,
are your own nature reflected in them.