But that is what life is all about, he said. "It is about dreaming and making those dreams come true with effort and determination - and love.
It's funny how three or four notes of anger can be struck at once, creating the perfect chord of fury.
A perfect person is easy to love. But when somebody likes all your imperfections, well, that's when you know they really mean it.
You can't wait for the perfect moment. You need to make it. Take the happiness you can have now and fuck everything else.
Up to me. Great. I could hurt my mom and my sisters, or I could hurt my dad. Perfect. Isn't divorce fun?
In a perfect patch of paradise he stays immobile for an eternity while the predawn breath strokes his skin and kisses each vertebrae down his spine.
It took a lot of work to be perfect. If you didn’t want to break a sweat, there was no point in even bothering.
I wanted to reject it all because I was sick of being perfect. I was so bored with normality and dreams of poster boys and tabloid covers.
My point is that when you fall in love it's with a real person with flaws. Not with a perfect character from a fairy tale.
Perfect prayer does not consist in many words, silent remembering and pure intention raises the heart to that supreme Power.
Don't focus all your time and effort on creating the templates & perfecting the documents. Answering key product questions is more critical.
The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.
The challenge, it turns out, isn’t in perfecting your ability to know when to start and when to stand by. The challenge is getting into the habit of
I want to tell her how much she's become the center of my being. But I can't. The words won't come.
Something is happening. I sense a change in the wind…a mutual understanding of each other. I haven’t felt this way in forever.
Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunlight on all who look down upon her?
I want to try making things right because picking up the pieces is way better than leaving them the way they are.
Makin' mistakes ain't a crime, you know. What's the use of having a reputation if you can't ruin it every now and then?
Camus and Henry waved to me from that muddy truck. They both wanted me to get over myself. So, this was me, getting over myself. And it was about time.
I wash myself clean of guilt, of pain, of fear, of emotion. I am the ocean. I am empty. I am nothing.
I chose him. If I chose him, he had to be the right choice. I wouldn’t love him if it weren’t right.
