Quotes About Perfection

Small jerks began to appear in my legs, my walk became unsteady precisely because I wanted it to be smooth.

I'm chasing perfection.

I use to think that somewhere along the line, I'd find the key to that perfect life...and that once I had it, every day would be golden and easy and everything would fit. But life isn't like that. There are only perfect glowing moments...and then there are everyday moments that weave them together into a shimmering path that can always be seen, even in the dark.

I used to think that somewhere along the line, I'd find the key to that perfect life, the way Rachel seemed to, and that once I had it, every day would be golden and easy, and everything would fit. But life isn't like that. There are only perfect, glowing moments, like this one, and then there are the everyday moments that weave them together into a shimmering path that can always be seen, even in the dark.

Real love would be when no matter how happy you were at any given moment, it would be better with the person you love. Like having that person there would make it perfect

One should never think that man can reach perfection, he can only aim at completion – not to be perfect but to be complete. That would be the necessity and the indispensable condition if there were any question of perfection at all. For how can you perfect a thing if it is not complete?

Make it complete first and see what it is then. But to make it complete is already a mountain of a task, and by the time you arrive at absolute completion, you find that you are already dead, so you never reach that preliminary condition for perfecting yourself.

Is this perfection, or the cost of it?

But everything takes a different shape when we pass from abstractions to reality. In the former, everything must be subject to optimism, and we must imagine the one side as well as the other striving after perfection and even attaining it. Will this ever take place in reality?

The greatest enemy of a good plan is the dream of a perfect plan

Creo que hay pocos momentos más gratificantes en la vida que cuando lejanos retazos de información, conversaciones inconexas oídas aquí o allá e intuiciones vagas se alinean de pronto como planetas en el cielo o, mejor aún, como piezas de un calidoscopio que encajan hasta formar un dibujo perfecto.

A panoramic view of Chestnut Street—sometimes called the most architecturally perfect street in America

Have you ever looked at, say, a picture or a great building or read a paragraph in a book and felt the world suddenly expand and, in the same instant, contract and harden into a kernel of perfect purity? Do you know what I mean? Everything suddenly fits, everything's in its place.

the only manuscripts in her entire career that had required no editing, "no repeat absolutely no editorial suggestions from me or anyone else," were Wilder's and E. B. White's.

Gary'nin hat?rlayabildi?i kadar?yla Gerta,ilk defa bu kadar hassas görünüyordu.Kirpikleri titriyor,a?z? bir kö?eye do?ru seyiriyordu.'Mükemmel bir i? ç?kar?yorsun.Otis seni çok seviyor.

The God of justice, goodness, righteousness, and beauty created a world that is perfectly designed to reflect who he is.

Trying relentlessly to make you love me, but I don't want the love—I quite prefer the quest for it. The challenge. I am always disappointed with someone who loves me—how perfect can he be if he can't see through me?

For memory has painted this perfect day With colors that never fade, And we find at the end of a perfect day The soul of a friend we've made.

Nobody is perfect, though. We all want everyone to think we are, but perfection is some crazy mythical state that we can never achieve. It is a goal beyond our grasp, always shifting and changing and taunting us, because it knows...it knows we can never reach it.

You're perfect,aren't you?" "I am a werewolf," he says between bites. He bends his head. "That just gives you a totally good excuse for your pathetic temper." He wiggles his eyebrows. "True.

Perfection is some mythical state that we can never achieve

Or maybe it's just that beautiful things are so easily broken by the world.

Every blade of grass was carved from emerald, every drip of water turned to diamond.

The Platonic idealist is the man by nature so wedded to perfection that he sees in everything not the reality but the faultless ideal which the reality misses and suggests.