Quotes About Perfection

The human person finds his perfection "in seeking and loving what is true and good.

A wise man will always be a Christian, because the perfection of wisdom is to know where lies tranquillity of mind and how to attain it, which Christianity teaches.

My confidence is in the idea that I may be wrong on this or that. No man in this life should ever have to bear the burden of perfection.

In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.

The wisdom of divine rule appears not in the perfection but in the improvement of the world... History is the true demonstration of Religion.

To take no account of oneself, but always to think well and highly of others is the highest wisdom and perfection.

The universe itself can never be the limit of our satisfaction. That is why the miser gathers more and more money, that is why the robber robs, the sinner sins, that is why you are learning philosophy. All have one purpose. There is no other purpose in life, save to reach this freedom. Consciously or unconsciously, we are all striving for perfection. Every being must attain to it.

Consciously or unconsciously, we are all striving for perfection.

that religion is perfected in us only when it has led us to "Him who is the one life in a universe of death, Him who is the constant basis of an ever-changing world, that One who is the only soul, of which all souls are but delusive manifestations

all great incarnations and prophets are such men; that they reached perfection in this one life. We have had such men at all periods of the world's history and at all times. Quite recently, there was such a man who lived the life of the whole human race and reached the end — even in this life. Even this hastening of the growth must be under laws.

To be more free is the goal of all our efforts, for only in perfect freedom can there be perfection.

A perfect life is a contradiction in terms.

Coach Wooden's philosophy is for players and students to improve a little every day and make perfection the goal. His method for improving conditioning included one painful demand—each player, when reaching the point of exhaustion, was to push himself beyond. When this is done every day, top condition will be attained over time.

The woman is perfected.Her deadBody wears the smile of accomplishment,The illusion of a Greek necessityFlows in the scrolls of her toga,Her bareFeet seem to be saying:We have come so far, it is over.

Sitting here, and thus, she had attained to a state which she could never have desired, not even conceived. And being so unforeseen, so alien to her character and upbringing, her felicity had an absolute perfection; no comparison between the desired and the actual could tear holes in it, no ambition whisper, But this is not quite what you wanted, is it?

More can be learned about how to write poetry from Dante than from any English poet…. The language of each great English poet is his own language; the language of Dante is the perfection of a common language.

The more perfect the artist, the more completely separate in him will be the man who suffers and the mind which creates.

Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—His good, pleasing and perfect will (Romans 12:2 NIV).

God's response is simple. Anything that is made well is made slowly.

A pearl of great price is our pain wrapped in God's perfection.

It is in the gap between your imperfections, honestly faced, and your desire for something beyond perfection that you can achieve genius.

am not good at noticing when I'm happy, except in retrospect. My gift, or fatal flaw, is for nostalgia. I have sometimes been accused of demanding perfection, of rejecting heart's desires as soon as I get close enough that the mysterious impressionistic gloss disperses into plain solid dots, but the truth is less simplistic than that. I know very well that perfection is made up of frayed, off-struck mundanities.

Everything about her is pure faultless middle-class–the accent, the clothes, the hair, the china patterns, it's as if she ordered herself from a catalogue–but you can see the incredible effort that goes into every second of it.

A real cook would take pride in the patina, he wouldn't fuss and fume over the spotless perfection of a pot. He would be more interested in the creation of a work of culinary art, the success of which would be reflected on the faces of his friends rather than the shininess of a cooking tool.