A Quote by Ginger Zee

We don't all have perfect lives, even if they are seemingly so. — © Ginger Zee
We don't all have perfect lives, even if they are seemingly so.
I just graduated from high school, and I was working at Blockbuster. Not only did I get into movies while I was there, but I was putting away boxes and looking at the kids on the covers. It felt like windows into these seemingly perfect lives.
In every adult human there still lives a helpless child who is afraid of aloneness.... This would be so even if there were a possibility for perfect babies and perfect mothers.
Everyone is comparing lives on social media and wants the perfect body, perfect image, perfect outfit, perfect life - we're striving for this perfection, and it's so unhealthy because there's no such thing as perfection.
For two years, I'd lived in Silicon Valley, surrounded by other highly educated transplants with seemingly perfect lives. It's jarring to live in a world where every person feels his life will only get better when you came from a world where many rightfully believe that things have become worse.
I was working as a stockbroker in New York and had the seemingly perfect life.
It reminds me of myself - seemingly perfect on the outside but inside is all a mush.
Nobody has a perfect anything. We don't have perfect lives. We're not perfect beings.
Rebuilding us. Isn't that what the spirit requires, when we climb over the wreckage of our lives, sometimes, we go on to make our lives our own affirmation? We are perfect expressions of perfect Love, here and now. There is no permanent injury.
It is remarkable how a seemingly insignificant action or event can change entire lives.
As a person, I am totally obsessed with the choices and decisions we make in our lives and how they dictate the course of our lives. Seemingly random choices that we make end up defining everything.
... God uses such seemingly insignificant ways to prepare us for the plan He has for our lives.
What I really hoped for, no doubt, was to come upon one of those lives which begin nowhere, which lead us through marshes and salt flats, trickling away, seemingly without plan, purpose or goal, and suddenly emerge, gushing like geysers, and never cease gushing, even in death.
The truth of faith is a slender, glowing element that runs through even the seemingly ordinary and undramatic moments of existence. Even at low intensity, it is a steady source of illumination. Such religious truth is powerful even when it seems faint, even when it seems obscured by the larger events of history.
People from the most horrendous of childhoods can have good lives, but it comes down to a very seemingly simple word. 'Choice.'
I got to thinking about relationships and partial lobotomies. Two seemingly different ideas that might just be perfect together - like chocolate and peanut butter.
I don't have any trouble believing that you would avoid something seemingly perfect because you're in something you really want to prove to yourself you can do right.
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