Imperfect Love Quotes

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

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

Trust no friend without faults, and love a woman, but no angel.

Forgiveness is the name of love practiced among people who love poorly. The hard truth is that all people love poorly. We need to forgive and be forgiven every day, every hour increasingly. That is the great work of love among the fellowship of the weak that is the human family.

You don't love someone because they're perfect," she says. "You love them in spite of the fact that they're not." I don't know how to respond to that; it's like being told after thirty-five years that the sky, which I've seen as a brilliant blue, is in fact rather green.

You shall love your crooked neighbour, with your crooked heart.

Most of our love is shabby stuff, but there is always a thin line of gold, the bit of pure love on which all the rest depends -- and which redeems all the rest.

I love, but I am not entirely sure how to be loved: how to be seen and known for the utterly flawed woman I am. It demands surrender. It demands acknowledging that I am not perfect, but perhaps I deserve affection anyway.

When people go through a fight, they're saying things because they hurt, and they want to hurt the person back. Sadly, that's the nature of a relationship. It's one moment where you aren't very adult, but that's how love and a certain passionate relationship exists. When you love someone, it doesn't mean you become a perfect human being, do you?

Even in the most perfect love one person loves less profoundly than the other.

There's no perfection in family life, and certainly we aren't perfect, but we're probably about as close as we can be.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark

Many emotions go under the name of love, and almost any one of them will for a while divert the mind from the real, true, and perfect thing.

Love isn't a perfect state of caring.

To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.

So yes. It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

I like guys who are understandable and good guys who are flawed.

I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I'm out of control, and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

We don't fall in love with perfect people. We fall in love with complex ones.

If we only fell in love with people who were perfect for us...then there wouldn't be so much fuss about love in the first place.

Love is not a matter of getting what you want. Quite the contrary. The insistence on always having what you want, on always being satisfied, on always being fulfilled, makes love impossible.

The answer to the mystery of existence is the love you shared sometimes so imperfectly, and when the loss wakes you to the deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can't get off your knees for a long time, you're driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss but by gratitude for what preceded the loss.

We come to love not by finding a perfect person but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

Love isn't a perfect state of caring. It's an active noun, like 'struggle.'

Yep, my daddy was an undependable drunk. But he'd never missed any of my organized games, concerts, plays, or picnics. He may not have loved me perfectly, but he loved me as well as he could. (189)