Quotes About Perfection

Why make dirty what is beautiful, spoil what is perfect? Love.

Culture is properly described as the love of perfection; it is a study of perfection.

Love becomes perfect only when it transcends itself --Becoming One with its object; Producing Unity of Being.

I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand.

If you can believe the God who is perfect loves you then you can believe that you are worth loving.

We all have this fantasy of finding our one true love who's going to be the perfect fit. It's just not a reality.

I love hidden things. When you buy something with quality, you like the inside to be as beautiful as the outside. Nobody's going to see it, but you know it's there.

Our happiness consists in sharing the happiness of God, the perfection of His unlimited freedom, the perfection of His love.

There's this whole idea of perfection. What young girls don't realize is that these girls do have problems. It's good for people to realize everyone is human.

A good edit process turns rocks into diamonds, and every author should love that part as much as the creative phase. I do love it. It's a different side to writing. It's like the fine-tuning.

If you are love with the perfect, prepare to see it swept away. If you are able to dream of the impossible, it just might happen.

God, who needs nothing, loves into existence wholly superfluous creatures in order that he may love and perfect them.

There is no perfect love - that's something I'm very realistic about.

You begin a marriage with such high ideals, thinking everything should be perfect. When it's not, you throw your toys out of the crib. But then you're living in an empty apartment with kids who don't call. It was better with the toys

Not for an instant did he flinch from the mere fact of dying to-day…To die 'untimely,' as men called it, was the timeliest of deaths for one who had carved his youth to greatness. What perfection could he, Dorset, achieve beyond what was already his? Future years could but stale, if not actually mar, that perfection. Yes, it was lucky to perish leaving much to the imagination of posterity. Dear posterity was of a sentimental, not a realistic, habit.

Ponder the achievement of God. He doesn't condone our sin, nor does he compromise his standard. He doesn't ignore our rebellion, nor does he relax his demands. Rather than dismiss our sin, he assumes our sin and, incredibly, sentences himself. God's holiness is honored. Our sin is punished....and we are redeemed. God does what we cannot do so we can be what we dare not dream: perfect before God.

Toda buena dádiva y todo don perfecto desciende de lo alto, del Padre de las luces, en el cual no hay mudanza, ni sombra de variación.

Is this what happens to utopias from the Freek outopos, no place, why must they all evolve from u- to dys-?

Is this what happens to utopias from the Greek outopos, no place, why must they all evolve from u- to dys-?

You were perfect.

If it ain't broke, then don't fix it

I'll love you well, lass. 'Tis one promise I can make and vow to keep. I'll love you until I draw my last breath and beyond. You were made for me. I cannot imagine a more perfect mate.

if something is perfect, then there is nothing left,there is no for imagination, no place left for a person to gain additional knowledge or abilities

Some people can seem perfect... everything about them can, on paper, be just right. Until you get to know them. Really know them. Then you find out, in the end, while they might be perfect to every one else, they just aren't right for you.