Quotes About Perfection

E se ter um porto seguro perfeito com o qual sonhar acordado é bom para elas, o que tem de errado nisso?

You knew what was real not by its qualities but by its imperfections.

It is easy to see in retrospect that what I longed for was not a boyfriend but a version of me without my defects --- a man in whom I could see myself as flawless, a man whose jokes always caused riotous laughter instead of sometimes falling flat, whose German was fluent instead of passable, who actually knew everything instead of pretending to and then Googling it when he got home.

That's why it is important to enjoy the journey not just the destination. In this world, we will never arrive at a place where everything is perfect and we have no more challenges. As admirable as setting goals and reaching them maybe, you can't get so focused on accomplishing your goals that you make the mistake of not enjoying where you are right now.

In our weakness, God's strength shows up the greatest. Take the pressure off. There's freedom when you can be at peace with not being perfect.

What happens then? The hypnotism is dissipated and you are living a spiritual life, a God life. God was doing its job all the time. God was always manifesting its spiritual perfection as you, but only by seeing through a glass darkly did you see yourself in sin, disease, death, lack, and limitation.

There is a God maintaining and sustaining the integrity of this universe, and it is perfect except when you see it through a glass darkly, or when you see it through a sense that has been to some extent mesmerized by the belief in good and evil.

realize there are some teachings that claim we are completely perfect and spiritual now, and therefore all of this would be unnecessary. In our spiritual identity that's true; but it certainly isn't true of our humanhood. And it is our humanhood, or to our humanhood, that we are trying to bring light so that we may outgrow this humanhood

But denying that you are a human being, and stating that you are already perfect and already spiritual and already have the mind of God, is merely a form of affirmation.

People who think they're already perfect abandon all hope of self-improvement. That's the trap.

Wait," I say. "Aren't soulmates supposed to be perfect? What if you find yours and shes not a virgin, not even a girl? What if he's a fixer upper? What if he has an STD?

We could have been perfect if only we'd met when we were both too young to know better.

A thousand tiny imperfections can make a perfect life.

I certainly hope you aren't perfect. Else I'll have to make shit up to punish you.

Act! act!—it is to that end we are here. Should we fret ourselves that others are not so perfect as we are, when we ourselves are only somewhat less imperfect than they? Is not this our greatest perfection,—the vocation which has been given to us,—that we must labour for the perfecting of others? Let us rejoice in the prospect of that widely extended field which we are called to cultivate! Let us rejoice that power is given to us, and that our task is infinite!

One cannot develop taste from what is of average quality but only from the very best.

In art the best is good enough.

We often feel that we lack something, and seem to see that very quality in someone else, promptly attributing all our own qualities to him too, and a kind of ideal contentment as well. And so the happy mortal is a model of complete perfection--which we have ourselves created.

An angel! Nonsense! Everybody so describes his mistress; and yet I find it impossible to tell you how perfect she is, or why she is so perfect: suffice it to say she has captivated all my senses.

We so frequently feel that we are lacking in many qualities which another person apparently possesses; and then we furnish such a person with everything we oirselves possess and witj a certain idealistic complacemny in addition. And in this fashion a Happy Being is finished to perfection--the creature of our imagination.

A line I like to use is, "Every day is training. Every day of life is a pursuit of perfection."

Remember, in the vast infinity of life, all is perfect, whole, and complete... and so are you.

The human race is intoxicated with narrow victories, for life is a string of them like pearls that hit the floor when the rope breaks, and roll away in perfection and anarchy.

The correct word is like any small detail - it enhances life.