Quotes About Perfect

Happy is the spirit that attains to the perfect formlessness at the time of prayer.

The truth is, laughter always sounds more perfect than weeping. Laughter flows in a violent riff and is effortlessly melodic. Weeping is often fought, choked, half strangled, or surrendered to with humiliation.

A perfectly evil Devil makes even less sense than a perfect God.

You're a perfect devil, Lestat! That's what you are! You are the devil himself!

You're a perfect devil, Lestat!" he was saying. "That's what you are! You are the devil himself!

To My Prince, My thanks to you for a job perfectly done. with Love, Memnoch the Devil

But the time of mourning is always the perfect time for nonsense.

What more perfect guise for a vampire, I thought, than that of a rock musician?

Only a perfect idiot could have been as exhilarated as I was. Lestat, I love you. Here comes Quinn to be your student and slave!

against the grape-flushed sky perfect amethyst night.

Inattaccabile. Inoppugnabile. Perfettissima.

And hidden within the agony the strange clarity came again, as if the world had ordered itself into something that made perfect sense.

Well, this was the door out of my stupid perfect world, a door for calamities and configurations, and for when things were on fire...

Meteorologist see perfect in strange things, and the meshing of three completely independent weather systems to form a hundred-year event is one of them. My God, thought Case, this is the perfect storm.

Find a position on the map where you, and you alone, are the perfect answer. Overwhelm this group's wants and dreams and desires with your care, your attention, and your focus. Make change happen. Change that's so profound

In defensive warfare he was perfect," he wrote years later. "When the hunt was up, his combativeness was overruling.

See I'm the reckless and wild one who saves him from being boring. It's why we're perfect for each other. We balance. - Madame Selena

Kiara shook her head at his dry wit that he delivered in a perfect deadpan monotone. He was strangely entertaining in a lethal, 'I'll rip out your heat and eat it' kind of way.

For, of course, being a girl, one's whole dignity and meaning in life consisted in the achievement of an absolute, a perfect, a pure and noble freedom. What else did a girl's life mean?

There was no such thing as perfect privacy, life was a perpetual concert-hall recital with a captive audience.

I trust Life. I know it brings me everything that I need at the perfect time and in the perfect way.

I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...

And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation. Everything that mattered except one lousy picture was in the trash, but it felt so great. I started jogging, wanting to put even more distance between myself and school. It is so hard to leave---until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

Now, you're open to achieving a more perfect understanding rather than a more perfect product.