We come not to love a perfect person...but to love an imperfect person perfectly.

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

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

Love isn't finding a perfect person. It's seeing an imperfect person perfectly.

I had a perfect life in my reach once, and it was a crashing bore. Perfect is too clean, too easy. I don't want perfect any more than I want to be perfect. I want imperfect.

If you know you are not perfect, why would you expect others to be?