To banish imperfection is to destroy expression, to check exertion, to paralyze vitality.

The word ‘imperfect’ actually spells ‘I’m perfect’ because everyone is perfect in their own imperfect ways.

The beauty of imperfection is that it allows us to see our own humanity.

Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It means that you’ve decided to look beyond the imperfections.

There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth; not going all the way, and not starting.

Mistakes are always forgivable, if one has the courage to admit them.

The flaws, the mistakes I make – that’s the real me.

I allow myself to fail. I allow myself to break. I’m not afraid of my flaws.

Perfection has one grave defect: it is apt to be dull.

Imperfections are not inadequacies; they are reminders that we’re all in this together.

Successful design is not the achievement of perfection but the minimization and accommodation of imperfection.

Being ignorant is not so much a shame, as being unwilling to learn.

There are no mistakes or failures, only lessons.

Practice doesn’t make perfect. Practice reduces the imperfection.

The gems of originality and invention are stored in the treasure chest of the mind, which is imagination.

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams, and live the life you have imagined.

Imagination is the conductor who arranges the melodies of creativity in the symphony of thought.

The storyteller who weaves the threads of reality into the tapestry of wonder is imagination.

Your imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions.