Elegance is the perfect disguise for our violent nature—a mask so convincing that we often fool ourselves the moment we don it.
You shall love your neighbour With your crooked heart, It says so much about love and brokenness -- it's perfect.
The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.
How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.
That perfect tranquility of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.
You had to break, to be unbroken. In the brokenness, I had found, that which was unbroken. That which was perfect, and beautiful, and complete.
Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.-Leonard Cohen
Lexie was the leader of the bobble heads. They were a group of girls best described as perfect, plastic, fake and hollow headed, hence the name bobble heads.
In any of my pages in any of my books may life a perfect account of my secret experience of the world.
People are good or half good or a quarter good, and it changes all the time- but even on the best day nobody's perfect.
Some trees grow straight, while others grow gnarled and twisted. Yet none are imperfect. Perfection is merely a perception.
From recovery to rags and rags to recovery symbolizes art - a perfect compilation of human imperfections.
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.
