Quotes About Perfection

Every prop, every shot, every pearl that rolled across the floor was exactly how I wanted it to be.

Especially in our industry, everything is so prim and proper; you'll never really see anyone show their sad side, because everyone wants to be perfect.

If you're gonna do a job, do it properly.

We're so used to everything being properly manicured, like you can hear every footstep in a movie, you can hear every bit of dialogue, and everything is in its place.

When you're a part of any protected class, whether it is being a woman, a person of color, a part of the LGBTQ community, or an immigrant, we're expected to get everything right and be the embodiment of perfection when it is not expected of other people.

We're all proud of making little mistakes. It gives us the feeling we don't make any big ones.

If you want it to be as perfect as it can be, then you have to learn to ride the pause. Stay in the moment.

If a thing's worth doing at all, it's worth doing well.

She is the most charming person in the world. That's all. I refuse to amplify. Excepting- she's perfect.

in the last of those days when the great gardener clipped the inferior roses to produce one perfect bud.

A Arte é, com efeito, o aperfeiçoamento subjectivo da vida.

Pasmo sempre quando acabo qualquer coisa. Pasmo e desolo-me. O meu instinto de perfeição deveria inibir-me de acabar; deveria inibir-me até de dar começo. Mas distraio-me e faço. O que consigo é um produto, em mim, não de uma aplicação de vontade, mas de uma cedência dela. Começo porque não tenho força para pensar; acabo porque não tenho alma para suspender. Este livro é a minha cobardia.

Sickness occurs when we desire what we need and what's desirable with equal intensity, suffering our lack of perfection as if we were suffering for lack of bread.

Adoramos a perfeição, porque não a podemos ter; repugná-la-íamos, se a tivéssemos. O perfeito é desumano, porque o humano é imperfeito.

The higher a man rises, the more things he must do without. There's no room on the pinnacle except for the man himself. The more perfect he is, the more complete; and the more complete, the less other.

I abhor running real risks, but it's not because I'm afraid of feeling too intensely. It's because they break my perfect focus on my sensations, and this disturbs and depersonalizes me. I never go where there's risk. I fear the tedium of dangers.

Sappiamo bene che ogni opera è necessariamente imperfetta, e che la meno sicura delle nostre contemplazioni estetiche sarà quella di cui scriviamo. Ma tutto è imperfetto, non c'è tramonto così bello da non poterlo essere di più, o brezza lieve che invita al sonno che non possa favorire un sonno ancor più sereno.

Onder het wandelen bedenk ik vaak volmaakte zinnen, die ik me later thuis niet meer kan herinneren. Ik weet niet of de ontzaglijke poëtische kracht van die zinnen berust op hun inhoud of op het feit dat ze nooit hebben bestaan.

Cum eu mi-am luat visurile drept realitate ÅŸi mi-am tr?it cât se poate mai intens propriile-mi visuri,acestea au f?cut s?-i creasc? un spin trandafirului fictiv al vieÅ£ii mele visate.Asrfel încât pân? ÅŸi visurile mele îmi displac,c?ci le g?sesc tot felul de defecte.

I want to tell you how the desire to achieve something far outstrips what we actually achieve. I want to recite to you the litany of despair while you listen intently. There is no work of art that could not have been more perfect. Read line by line, no poem, however great, has no single line that could not be improved upon, no episode that could not be more intense, and the whole is never so perfect that it could not be even more perfect.

Everything comes from humanity and humanity is always the same — changeable but incapable of perfection, vacillating but incapable of progress.

There is no work of art that could not have been more perfect. Read line by line, no poem, however great, has no single line that could not be improved upon, no episode that could not be more intense, and the whole is never so perfect that it could not be even more perfect. Woe betide the artist who notices this, who one day thinks this. His work can never again be a joy, he will never again sleep peacefully. He'll become a young man bereft of youth and grow old discontentedly.

Quién sabe si al soñarte no te estoy creando, real en otra realidad? ¿Sino serás mía allí, en otro mundo puro donde nos amemos sin tocarnos con otra forma de abrazos y otras formas de posesión? ¿Quién sabe si existías ya y lejos de crearte, te he visto apenas desde otra visión, interior y pura, en otro y perfecto mundo?

I'm convinced that in a perfect, civilized world there would be no other art but prose.