Isaac Marion Quotes

Look, we are human, we make mistakes. I will gladly shout from the rooftops that I am not perfect. Nor will I ever be.

Nobody is solid and perfect all of the time.

I'm like everyone else in this stupid, bloody, amazing world. I'm flawed. Impossibly so. But hopeful. I'm still me.

Perfection is unattainable, so I like to live in imperfection.

To be human is erroneous.

Perfect and bulletproof are seductive, but they don’t exist in the human experience.

Human, all too human.

Flawed, imperfect creatures! That's what we both are, oga! That's what we ALL are!

You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.

Our flaws are what makes us human. If we can accept them as part of who we are, they really don't even have to be an issue.

Your imperfections make you beautiful, they make you who you are.

I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

Every person on the face of the earth makes mistakes, Lily. Every last one. We're all so human. Your mother made a terrible mistake, but she tried to fix it.' 'Good night,' I said, and rolled onto my side. 'There is nothing perfect,' August said from the doorway. 'There is only life.

Drive Nature from your door with a pitchfork, and she will return again and again.

Brilliant minds make errors, brave souls falter, kind hearts leave scars. We are none of us perfect, but we're all perfectly human.

Sometimes humanity is the reason we can't have nice things

People are like birds: on the wing, all beautiful; up close, all beady little eyes.

You don’t need to be a completely complete human right now … That’s what makes you human.

People die', she says. 'People tear down houses. But furniture, fine, beautiful furniture, it just goes on and on, surviving everything.' She says, 'Armoires are the cockroaches of our culture.

I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can Perhaps I may become a highwayman again Or I may simply be a single drop of rain But I will remain And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again...

Humanity's a nice place to visit, but you wouldn't want to live there.

Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum.

Who wants to be a goddess when we can be human? Perfection is a flaw disguised as control.

A book is like a man - clever and dull, brave and cowardly, beautiful and ugly. For every flowering thought there will be a page like a wet and mangy mongrel, and for every looping flight a tap on the wing and a reminder that wax cannot hold the feathers firm too near the sun.

The reason I'm an actor is because I'll never be able to be perfect.