Connection is no child of perfection.

Shy is a bullseye.

Score ten; love kin.

Aim for perfect, then adjust.

Practice makes perfect — and it makes humble.

Be perfect, precisely in the manner that everyone is perfect.

Perfection’s aim is a fool’s bane.

Let go; be flawed.

Perfectionism will be  loved the day it weds realism.

Enjoy the exhausting assault march on perfection’s peak and the crazy bounce down reality’s stream.

Those who never strive for perfection should beware of relaxation, and those who can never relax, they should beware of always trying to be perfect.

The perfect body is like the perfect car; both won’t wait long for the perfect scratch, or the exquisitely perfect wrinkle.

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