Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes

Certain faults are necessary for the existence of the individual. We would resent it if old friends were to get rid of certain peculiarities.

I love imperfections.

She's incredible, not that she's perfect. But you once said imperfections create character.

I think her flaws make me love her even more. She's not perfect, but she's perfect to me

Perfection, in anything, is unbearably dull. Myself, I prefer a touch of imperfection.

Imperfections create character.

She's not perfect, but she tries so hard for me. And I thank God, that she isn't, cause how boring that would be.

It is well there is no one without fault; for he would not have a friend in the world. He would seem to belong to s different species.

The little idiosyncrasies that only I know about: that's what made her my wife. Oh she had the goods on me too, she knew all my little peccadilloes. People call these things imperfections, but they're not. Ah, that's the good stuff!

Certain defects are necessary for the existence of individuality.

I embrace the imperfections and celebrate them.

I love that my friends are all freaks.

We know our friends by their defects rather than by their merits.

Take that one thing you don't like about yourself and more often than not that's the one thing that makes you more special. Whether it's that gap in your teeth, or that mole you never liked, or your skin color.

I don't think perfect is interesting. I think what makes life exciting is the imperfections.

I'm quite glad about having a few craggy edges to myself.

I find beauty in imperfection.

I see flaws as a kind of beauty.

Flaws are really interesting.

I love the flaws and foibles of people - I'm much more interested in that than perfections.

There's beauty in imperfection.

It's our flaws who make us who we are.

We’re all misfits herefrom our weirdnesses and our differences, from our manic fixations, our obsessions, our passions. From all those wild and wacky things that make each of us unique.

Here was a boy who liked flaws, who saw them not as failings but as strengths. Who knew such a person could exist, or what would have happened if we'd found each other under different circumstances? Maybe in a perfect world. But not in this one.

We do not like our friends the worse because they sometimes give us an opportunity to rail at them heartily. Their faults reconcile us to their virtues.