Flawed Humanity Quotes

“Life was about to take her away from here. Fro the place where she'd become herself. This sold little village that never changed but helped its inhabitants to change. She's arrived straight from art college full of avant-garde ideas, wearing shades of gray and seeing the world in black and white. So sure of herself. But here, in the middle of nowhere, she'd discovered color. And nuance. She'd learned this from the villagers, who'd been generous enough to lend her their souls to paint. Not as perfect human beings, but as flawed, struggling men and women. Filled with fear and uncertainty and, in at least one case, martinis.”
― Louise Penny, The Brutal Telling

“If you are the one perfect person in an imperfect world, you are flawed.”
― Palle Oswald

“It is true, I suppose, that nobody finds it exactly pleasant to be criticised or be shouted at, but I see in the face of the human being raging at me a wild animal in its true colour, one more horrible than any lion, crocodile, or lion. People normally seem to be hiding his true nature, but an occasion will arise when anger makes them reveal in a flash human nature in all its horror.”
― Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

“A lone figure lies motionless in his bed as the street below him is still and silent, until a sudden sound shatters the relative calm. The noise comes from out of nowhere, is high-pitched and repetitive and is starting to get louder and louder; what could it be? A light breeze stirs the cold air as it makes its way down the long passages of the street, sweeps down and picks up the yet unknown noise and lifts it high in the air, spreading the sound all around before taking it up into a darkened room above: Paul’s room. The room is a simple one with a double bed and bedside table, a built-in wardrobe, a chest of drawers and a few shelves scattered with books being the only other furniture: it is a single man’s room.”
― Ross Lennon, The Long Weekend

“Yes, I have certainly seen and heard much. But there were not many heroes. We men are a flawed and rebellious herd. Our aspirations are lofty, but our doing is mired deep in the troubles of our own muddy mess.”
― Brock Meier, The Stone Cutter: A novel of Petra In Ancient Arabia

“What was I supposed to say? That I suspected him of lying to me, not about anything in particular, but about nearly everything. He was too perfect. Too perfectly what I needed him to be. That had to be an act right? Nobody was perfectly what you needed them to be, everybody disappointed you in some way, right?”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Incubus Dreams