Quotes About Perfection

Good acting is really excellent carpentry.

A good actor just wants to deliver the writing to the audience who've paid that night. There's an agonising desire to get it right.

The side of fairytales I don't like is that they always have happy endings, that there's just good and evil, and things are perfect. But life is a little more complicated, and that's what I try to teach my kids.

I hope I've made a good film. And before you ask, a good film is one that I'd see three years from now and not cringe.

I just want to make good music. That's it. That's what I care about.

I used to sit on the editing table to see where I may have gone wrong because after editing, only the good parts go on screen.

We always want more, more, more. You see good work; you want it better. We push, push, push.

If you want to be a good writer, be the best writer in the world. That's what I've done.

Lepsius vede il viso glaciale dell'uomo che ha superato ogni sentimentalità, il viso dell'uomo che sta di là dalla colpa e dai suoi rimorsi, vede il grazioso volto di precisione di una specie a lui sconosciuta ma che gli toglie il respiro, vede l'ingenuità inquietante, quasi perfino innocente, della perfetta empietà.

Species do not grow more perfect: the weaker dominate the strong again and again - the reason being they are the great majority, and they are also cleverer.... Darwin forgot the mind (- that in English): the weak possess more mind. ... To acquire mind one must need mind - one loses it when one no longer needs it. He who possesses strength divests himself of mind.

What is all that men have done and thought over thousands of years, compared with one moment of love. But in all Nature, too, it is what is nearest to perfection, what is most divinely beautiful! There all stairs lead from the threshold of life. From there we come, to there we go.

But grant me from time to time—if there are divine goddesses in the realm beyond good and evil—grant me the sight, but one glance of something perfect, wholly achieved, happy, mighty, triumphant, something still capable of arousing fear! Of a man who justifies man , of a complementary and redeeming lucky hit on the part of man for the sake of which one may still believe in man!

Close the Bible and open the Manu Smriti. It has an affirmation of life, a triumphing agreeable sensation in life and that to draw up a lawbook such as Manu means to permit oneself to get the upper hand, to become perfection, to be ambitious of the highest art of living.

Whoever reaches his ideal transcends it eo ipso.

The fleetest beast to bear you to perfection is suffering.

Masters of the first rank are recognized by the fact that in matters great and small they know how to find an end perfectly, be it the end of a melody or a thought.

In this condition one enriches everything out of one's own abundance: what one sees, what one desires, one sees swollen, pressing, strong, over laden with energy. The man in this condition transforms things until they mirror his power - until they are reflections of his perfections

All that is good is inherited: whatever is not inherited is imperfect, is a mere beginning.

Every kind of perfection is purchased at a high price on earth, where everything is perhaps purchased too dear; one is an expert in one's department at the price of being also a victim of one's department.

reading from St. John Chrysostom that the life of a bishop should be more perfect than the life of a hermit. The reason he gave was that the holiness which the monk preserves in the desert must be preserved by the bishop into the midst of the evil of the world.

He who does not advance in perfection falls into imperfection. An unattended garden becomes full of weeds. Things do not remain the same by being left alone. White fences do not stay white; they gradually become gray and then black. There are no planes in the spiritual life. We go uphill or we go downhill. The moment we cease to row against the stream, the current carries us down river.

When Whistler was complimented on the portrait of his mother, he said, "You know how it is; one tries to make one's Mummy just as nice as he can." When God became Man, He too, I believe, would make His Mother as nice as He could—and that would make her a perfect Mother.

For love concentrates on the object, sex concentrates on the subject. Love is directed to someone else for the sake of the other's perfection; sex is directed to self for the sake of self-satisfaction.

But of course he was also human, which is to say he was limited, and among his limitations was a blindness of a kind that is perhaps not all that unusual among extraordinary men of a certain type. Often right about important things, he was inclined to think himself always right about everything.