Quotes About Perfection

Perfect! Wrath bellowed. And this is a doctor saying it -- I mean, she went to medical school. ... And Dr. Sam told me she's delivered over fifteen thousand babies over the course of her career -- See! Wrath yelled. She knows these things. My son is perfect!

It's not big, Veck said, but it's flawless. That was important to me. I wanted to give you something...flawless

Ink drawing was a lot like life: One mistake and the whole thing was ruined.

Perfection was relative, not any singular characteristic, or even a group of them, but rather how the composite fit together for the person who was regarding the whole.

The clarinet in its most perfect form is a strange beast--if it is imperfect, it is also completely untamable.

Everything is perfect on the street again, the world is permeated with roses of happiness all the time, but none of us know it. The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.

The more you study, the more you subsequently know; naturally, the more you know, the nearer you get to perfection as a journalist.

Everything is possible. I am God, I am Buddha, I am imperfect Ray Smith, all at the same time, I am empty space, I am all things. I have all the time in the world to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing, infinitely perfect within, why cry, why worry, perfect like mind essence and the minds of banana peels.

And what's the purpose of all this?"—"Ah Daddy, maybe just to see you again and we can talk about purposes anywhere: you wanta go on a lecture tour to Utah university and Brown university and tell the well scrubbed kids?"—"Scrubbed with what?"—"Scrubbed with hopeless perfection of pioneer puritan hope that leaves nothing but dead pigeons to look at?

I look at Liv Tyler and think 'It's not fair', because I can't find a flaw on her. And on top of that she seems nice, so it's really not fair.

I've been the type of father who tries desperately to be perfect but doesn't succeed all the time.

In the end, we don't believe in launching any type of product if it isn't perfect in our eyes.

I envy those old Greek bathers, into whose hands were delivered Pericles, and Alcibiades, and the perfect models of Phidias. They had daily before their eyes the highest types of Beauty which the world has ever produced; for of all things that are beautiful, the human body is the crown.

Once you've finished typing and moving text around and everything else, you have to leave it alone for a while. You do that to see if it stands up, to see if all the loose edges have been trimmed, if it makes sense, if it's consistent, what shape it really has. You can't tell that while you're working on it.

If I see a phrase that strikes me as ugly, I'll delete it. Or, if I find a way to say something a bit more freshly than it was expressed originally, I'll do it. Ultimately, you want to try to leave behind the best possible paragraph or sentence.

You wouldn't ask Rodin to make an ugly sculpture, or me to make a film with an ugly woman.

It is the adage of any creative thing; it looks terrible, it is an ugly baby, until the very last second.

I've never blown an ugly bubble. Never. They're all beautiful. They're like jewels, transient jewels.

I'm always looking to the lightweight superproduct that you apply and almost don't see. That's the ultimate, at least for me.

I don't believe that human beings can achieve ultimate enlightenment, because humans have flaws.

In 'The Prophet,' Kahlil Gibran says something about perfection only being reached by stripping something to the point of nakedness. That's the ultimate project: the naked climber doing the greatest climb.

The Japanese are the ultimate students: they analyse things in so much detail... until they have pretty much mastered whatever they are studying.

No one wants perfection. I want a confident, smart guy, obviously, but what's hot is a guy who doesn't have all the answers. We gals like a guy we can help because, ultimately, we like being needed.

Ultimately we may still ask, why can't humans design a perfect society?