Quotes About Perfection

Look, the thing that's going to make Disneyland unique and different,' he insisted, 'is the detail. If we loose the detail, we loose it all.

Ours is a perfect world--but perfection does not linger in one place. It is a firefly, by its very nature elusive and unpredictable.

In a perfect world mothers would all want their babies, and strangers would open up their homes to the unloved. In a perfect world everthing would be either black or white, right or wrong, and everyone would know the difference. But this isn't a perfect world. The problem is people who think it is.

As a kid you idolize your parents. You think they're perfect, because they're the yardstick by which you measure the rest of the world, and yourself. Then as a teenager they just piss you off, because you realize that not only are they not perfect, but they may be even a little more screwed up than you. But there's that moment when you realize they're not superheroes, or villains. They're painfully, unforgivably human. The question is, can you forgive them for being human anyway?

Did you ever get the feeling that everything was too perfect? Like the moment was so good that something had to be wrong? Kind of like the way a fish sees that bright, shiny lure just before it chomps down and gets hauled out of water to become someone's lunch.

Have you ever considered how lonely it is to be the girl on a pedestal?

The very idea of schooling used to be about learning so that we could improve our lives and the world. But a perfect world needs no improvement. Like most everything else we do, grade school through the highest of universities, is just a way to keep us busy.

I'm sure that absolute correctness must seem a dull existence to you, but I know no other way to be

En un mundo perfecto todas las madres querrían a sus bebés y los extraños abrirían sus puertas a los no amados. En un mundo perfecto todo sería blanco o negro, bueno o malo, y todos sabrían la diferencia. Pero este no es un mundo perfecto. El problema es la gente que piensa que lo es

But as an artist, Ezra wanted to be more than just acceptable. He wanted to be exceptional. Because if he couldn't be exceptional, what was the point?

I have come to realize that there are only two perfect acts. They are the two most important acts known to me, but I forbid myself to perform them, and leave them in the hands of humankind. They are the creation of life...and life's taking.

The Thunderhead gave us a perfect world. The utopia that our ancestors could only dream of is our reality.

Ours is a perfect world-but perfection does not linger in one place. It is a firefly, by its very nature elusive and unpredictable. We may have caught it in a jar, but that jar has broken, and we are in danger or shredding ourselves on its shards.

and her all-too-perfect husband, who Rowan suspected might actually be a bot.

Even the tiniest loose thread in the fabric of your world cannot be tolerated. Either everyting works, or nothing does

Car je ne puis trouver parmi ces pâles roses Une fleur qui ressemble à mon rouge idéal.

es el miedo terrible que se apodera de todos los grandes artistas y que les hace desear ardientemente apropiarse de todos los medios de expresión, para que las vacilaciones de la mano jamás alteren los órdenes del espíritu; para que por fin la ejecución, la ejecución ideal, se vuelva tan inconsciente, tan fluida como la digestión para el cerebro del hombre sano que acaba de cenar.

Dismiss perfection as an ache of the greedy, but do not give in to the mass modesty of easy imperfection.

not being able to love fully they will believe your love incomplete and then they will hate you and their hatred will be perfect

her knees, which looked, in the faint blue light, as though they'd been carved by water from a bar of soap.

As natural selection acts by competition, it adapts the inhabitants of each country only in relation to the degree of perfection of their associates; so that we need feel no surprise at the inhabitants of any one country, although on the ordinary view supposed to have been specially created and adapted for that country, being beaten and supplanted by the naturalised productions from another land.

like varieties, from other species. Nevertheless, such a conclusion, even if well founded, would be unsatisfactory, until it could be shown how the innumerable species inhabiting this world have been modified, so as to acquire that perfection of structure and coadaptation which most justly excites our admiration. Naturalists continually refer to external conditions, such as climate, food, etc., as the only possible cause of variation. In one very

How have all those exquisite adaptations of one part of the organisation to another part, and to the conditions of life, and of one organic being to another being, been perfected?

Real physical perfection isn't something a guy like me gets to see up close and personal very often, and it's something to marvel at - then run away from, before it hypnotizes you like a snake staring into the eyes of something small, furry, and edible.