Quotes About Perfection

To seek the perfection of the warrior's spirit is the only task worthy of our temporariness, our manhood.

Nothing is pending in the world…nothing is finished, yet nothing is unresolved…Everything is filled to the brim.

Truth is never perfect, never squares with all expectations. Truth always poses doubts and questions. Only lies are one hundred percent believable, because they don't need to justify reality, they simply have to tell us what we want to hear.

Truth is never perfect, never squares with all expectations. Truth always poses doubts and questions. Only lies are one hundred percent believable, because they don't need to justify reality, they simply have to tell us what we want to hear.

La verad nunca es perfecta y nunca cuada con todas las expectativas. La verdad siempre plantea dudad y preguntas. Solo la mentira es creíble al cien por cien, porque no tiene que justificar la realidad sino sencillamente decirnos lo que queremos oír.

La verdad nunca es perfecta y nunca cuadra con todas las expectativas. La verdad siempre plantea dudas y preguntas. Solo la mentira es creíble al cien por cien, porque no tiene que justificar la realidad sino sencillamente decirnos lo que queremos oír

me pregunto si habia ido a Paris a estudiar, en pos de fortuna y gloria o a perfeccionar mi frances, que mas que perfeccionamiento precisaba una cirugia a corazon abierto y un trasplante de cerebro.

Las obras nunca se terminan. El truco está en saber dónde hay que dejarlas inacabadas.

She was invisible, so I imagined her as perfect. Next to her I was unworthy, vulgar, all too real.

From Cherish Tomorrow ... "I want you," she said softly. His jaw became rigid with disapproval. "I'm too damned old for you." "You're perfect." She touched the hardness of one cheek with loving fingers. "You're too young for me!" She shrugged. "I'll get older."

It was the perfect toast.

What we long for is perfection—in our works and in who we are. This is only possible through Jesus—Jesus lived the perfect life we can't, paid the penalty for our sins that we can't, and rose from the dead so that one day we will rise if we trust Him for the gift of eternal life. What needs to be done has already been done!

I am bombarded not only with all the cultural expectations for professional success, but I also encounter personal ones—like the ones for a perfect home and perfect children. The digital age only makes this worse. When the web plasters perfection everywhere, it's easy to feel intimidated by the comparison. It makes me ask, am I doing enough?

Truth is, something that I thought was perfect was taken away from me, and I never wanted perfect again. I wanted middle of the road, stuff I didn't care about so that I couldn't lose anything I really loved ever again.

You all looked so happy together in the photograph. You looked like the perfect family. Is there such a thing anymore because if there is, my happy little unit was definitely not in the queue when they were handing out the titles.

She strived for perfection. She loved setting herself tasks, sometimes impossible ones, to prove to her heart that underneath every seemingly ugly thing there was something beautiful inside.

It was the most perfect moment in my life. It was the last perfect moment in my life.

Why can't people just be really good at something? Why do they have to be the best at something?

Summer The seasons between spring and autumn, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere the warmest months of the year: June, July and August. The period of finest development, perfection, or beauty previous to any decline; the summer of life.

I feel happy. I want to enjoy this feeling and revel in my good fortune but there's something niggling at me in the back of my mind. There's a little voice whispering to me, "Things are too perfect." It almost feels like the calm before the storm.

I was jealous of your perfection. And now I'm jealous that you're Flawed.

Why did I walk away from something that was perfect? They ask me all the time. But I didn't. Truth is, something that I thought was perfect was taken away from me, and I never wanted perfect again. I wanted middle of the road. Stuff I didn't care about, so that I couldn't lose anything I really loved ever again.

moderate your desire of producing perfection, temper your eagerness to produce faultless performance...and soften your manners towards those who are subordinate to you...

Appius Livius Ocella made mistakes in his whole long existence. Perhaps changing Eric was his finest hour. He created the perfect vampire. Eric's only flaw is you.