Quote by Broderick Crawford

My father was always telling himself no one was perfect, not even my mother.


My father was always telling himself no one was perfect, not

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This quote suggests that the speaker's father had a realistic perception that nobody, including the speaker's mother, could attain perfection. It implies that the father recognized and accepted imperfection as a part of human nature. It highlights the importance of having realistic expectations and understanding that flaws and shortcomings are inherent in everyone, including those close to us.

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