Quotes About Perfection

He glanced at the ruins on the breakfast table and shot Umpily a contemptuous glance. "Moderation is not your strong suit, my lord." "Moderation insults perfection, your Omnipotence." It was an old saying of Ishipole's, but Umpily thought he had used it rather well. The

Ducks are masterfully designed, down to the smallest detail, for both aquatic and terrestrial life.

The enemy of "the best" is not "the worst." The enemy of "the best" is "just fine.

How perfect were the dictates of fate!

had been a constant source of recrimination and criticism. He measured all people against his own unattainably anal standard. It was a standard which was too pathetically low to be measured, but which through the microscope of his own small mind he saw as perfect. ?But Peter, unencumbered by morality, held nobody to any standard. He knew that where there was no good, there could be no standard.

To require perfection is to invite paralysis.

At any point along that path, your job as an artist is to push craft to its limits — without being trapped by it. The trap is perfection: unless your work continually generates new and unresolved issues, there's no reason for your next work to be any different from the last.

Joy and peace are manifestations of the presence of God, and your brother and sister are His perfect expression. You now understand that there is no need to alter perfection.

The desire to write perfectly of beautiful happenings is, as the saying runs, old as the hills and as immortal.

I am not fit to mate with your perfection. At the bottom of my heart, I no longer desire perfection. For we who are tax-payers as well as immortal souls must live by politic evasions and formulae and catchwords that fret away our lives as moths waste a garment; we fall insensibly to common-sense as to a drug; and it dulls and kills whatever in us is rebellious and fine and unreasonable; and so you will find no man of my years with whom living is not a mechanism which gnaws away time unprompted.

I do not know everything and I am far from perfect but the little I do know makes me dangerous if you ever get on my bad side or mess with my family

Quality, uniqueness and one of a kind art sometimes takes a little more time and can't be rushed

Yet "perfection," as C. Northcote Parkinson shrewdly noted, "is achieved only by institutions on the point of collapse.

PERFECTION, OF COURSE, is a cruel god. It requires the kind of absolute devotion and daily sacrifice that is the sworn enemy of personal emotion and intimacy with others, even—and maybe especially—one's loyal ladywife.

Manufacturing is more than just putting parts together. It's coming up with ideas, testing principles and perfecting the engineering, as well as final assembly.

We all start out thinking that there is such a thing as perfection and that there's something wrong with us if we settle for less. First we won't eat the food with the brown spots. Then we hate ourselves because we have our own brown spots—pimples or ears that are too big or legs that are too skinny.

Only those who have patience to do simple things perfectly ever acquire the skill to do difficult things easily.

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Fucking really is one of those activities that "practice makes perfect".

God's love is not a pampering love. God's love is a perfecting love. God does not get up every day trying to figure how He can plant a bigger smile on your face. God is in the process of growing us and changing us. His love is a transforming love.

Only God is perfect! None of us comes within a country, not a country mile, but a whole country, in proximity to perfection.

Within the nature of God is a strength that is fashioned in His perfection. Strength flows from the fountain of God's integrity. Honest people are the strongest people.

To say of a picture, as is often said in its praise, that it shows great and earnest labor, is to say that it is incomplete and unfit for view.

The masterpiece should appear as the flower to the painter—perfect in its bud as in its bloom—with no reason to explain its presence—no mission to fulfill—a joy to the artist, a delusion to the philanthropist—a puzzle to the botanist—an accident of sentiment and alliteration to the literary man.