Quotes About Perfection

Reply to Objection 5: As was said above, the parts of the universe are ordered to each other, according as one acts on the other, and according as one is the end and exemplar of the other. But, as was said above, this can only happen to evil as joined to some good. Hence evil neither belongs to the perfection of the universe, nor does it come under the order of the same, except accidentally, that is, by reason of some good joined to it.

A man's felicity consists not in the outward and visible blessing of fortune, but in the inward and unseen perfections and riches of the mind.

Humor has justly been regarded as the finest perfection of poetic genius.

63 St. John of the Cross, Counsels to a Religious on How to Reach Perfection, no. 2, p. 662.

I've got an allergy to looking too neat.

I have to admit: I have been known to be obsessively neat and like things arranged 'just so.'

But you're not necessarily ever going to be handed a script where you can say: it's all done and perfect.

A negative is never finished.

I know what I'm missing. I know what I have to work on. Coloratura. And I sing sharp sometimes. It happens when I'm nervous.

Everything you care about is getting the next step right: getting the script right, finding the right actors, shooting it. Then you spend half a year in a dark room editing your film, and you don't talk to anybody.

Hugh Jackman is just the nicest person in the world. I know everybody says that, and it's almost boring to hear, but he is really, really perfect.

There is no point in putting out 'The Complete BBC Sessions,' and someone's growling that you missed something.

He wants to know that you'll make good decisions. …But I haven't made good decisions. Pastor Harris smiled. All that shows is that you're human. He never expected perfection.

Se trataba de pequeñas imperfecciones que la hacían perfecta ante mis ojos...

soon as I heard it, I knew it was perfect! And finally, thanks to Jason Reed, Jennifer Gibgot, and Adam Shankman for their work on the film version

One has so many more opinions about what has gone wrong than about what is perfect.

To me, making a tape is like writing a letter – there's a lot of erasing and rethinking and starting again, and I wanted it to be a good one.

Practice makes perfect, But nothings perfect so why bother practicing?

One of us had loved the other more perfectly, had watched the other more closely, and one of us listened and the other hadn't, and one of us held on to the ambition of the one idea far longer than was reasonable, whereas the other, passing a garbage can one night, had casually thrown it away.

The clarity was startling and Samson wondered whether he was imagining these moments. Not that they hadn't happened at all, but that they had been embellished by details from elsewhere, fragments that survived the obliteration of other memories, vagrant data that gravitated and stuck to what was left to remember. But in the end he rejected this idea. The memories were too perfect: take one detail away and they collapsed into disorder.

The memories were too perfect: take one detail away and they collapsed into disorder.

My melancholy wants to rest in the hiding places and abysses of perfection: that is why I need music.

I] had gotten to the point where I simply could not make a bad vinaigrette, this was not exactly the stuff of drama. (Even now, I cannot believe Mark would want to risk losing that vinaigrette. You just don't bump into vinaigrettes that good.)

His moustache was a masterpiece.