Quotes About Perfection

Open the Koran, which is perfect in its every syllable

was only God's rough draft, but Eve was his masterpiece.

Remember—Adam was only God's rough draft, but Eve was his masterpiece.

Who will consider that no dictionary of a living tongue ever can be perfect, since, while it is hastening to publication, some words are budding, and some falling away; that a whole life cannot be spent upon syntax and etymology, and that even a whole life would not be sufficient; that he, whose design includes whatever language can express, must often speak of what he does not understand.

This is that conquest of the world and of ourselves, which has been always considered as the perfection of human nature; and this is only to be obtained by fervent prayer, steady resolutions, and frequent retirement from folly and vanity, from the cares of avarice, and the joys of intemperance, from the lulling sounds of deceitful flattery, and the tempting sight of prosperous wickedness.

Of course not. People expect perfect health. It's a brand-spanking-new Madison Avenue expectation. It's our job to tell them that imperfect health is and always has been perfect health, and that most of the things that go wrong with their bodies we can't do much about. So maybe we do make diagnoses; big deal. We hardly ever cure.

It's our job to tell them that imperfect health is and always has been perfect health, and that most of the things that go wrong with their bodies we can't do much about.

Our perfection lies in our imperfection.

At this moment, the story in his head was perfect. He also knew from experience that it would degenerate the second he started typing, because such was the nature of writing.

Apparently, the world was perfect in 1958.

And no relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater.

It took a lot of work to be perfect. If you didn't want to break a sweat, there was no point in even bothering.

It was just perfect, just right all at once.

I knew that it wouldn't last. It was just a moment, a perfect moment, as time stood still and fleetingly everything fell back into its proper place.

I wanted to tell him so. Find the right words, string them together in the ideal way, knowing that here they would have the best chance of sounding perfect.

That sucks, though, Wes said finally, his voice low. You're just setting yourself up to fail, because you'll never get everything perfect. Says who? He just looked at me. The world, he said, gesturing all around us, as if this party, this deck encompassed it all. The universe. There's just no way. And why would you want everything to be perfect, anyway? I don't want everything to be perfect, I said. Just me, I thought. Somehow. I just want—

Her life was perfect. But as was often the case, the rest of us were still adjusting.

The thing is I'm a great believer in the perfect moment. They don't come around that often.

It's hard to do, I said. Wes looked at me. What is? I swallowed, not sure why I'd said this out loud. Get it right.

It took a lot of work to be perfect.

Jennifer Anne had prepared some complicated-looking recipe involving chicken breasts stuffed with sweet potatoes topped with a vegetable glaze. They looked perfect, but it was the kind of dish where you just knew someone had to have been pawing at your food for a long while to get it just right, their fingers all in what now you were having to stick in your mouth.

Macy: Seriously. What's it like?' Wes: Being perfect? I wouldn't know. Macy: Not being perfect. Being... gorgeous. Wes: Again, I wouldn't know. You tell me.

perfect was just over the next hill, close enough to make out the landscape. And it wasn't a place he would just visit. He was going to live there.

Just because I'd spent so many years coloring inside the lines, it wasn't fair for me to expect perfection. People make mistakes. Life isn't fair. People change.