Quotes About Perfection

The naively cynical measure a piece of legislation, a victory, a milestone not against the past or the limits of the possible, but against their ideas of perfection...

The moon loved them. Not because they were beautiful, or because they were perfect, or because they were perky, but because they were her darling daughters.

Good enough is good enough. Perfect will make you a bit fat mess every time.

Everyone is perfect, yet none of us feels that way because our culture teaches us to hate and criticize ourselves.

Il serait peut-être bon, il serait peut-être temps de se demander si la perfection n'est pas dans l'enfance, si l'adulte n'est pas qu'un enfant qui a commencé à pourrir.

The Perfect Man is he for whom individuality is merely an external form, but whose inward reality conforms to the universe itself. He is "the copy of God," in the words of al-Arabi's greatest disciple, Abdul Karim al-Jili: he is the mirror in which the divine attributes are perfectly reflected; the medium through which God is made manifest.

You can only have connection or perfection. You can't have both!

Cuántos años y qué luchas internas habían exigido el perfeccionamiento de ese tipo de gestos de fingido desasosiego?

stone. No, not a stone. It was smooth and regular—a circular

Heaven is not a place, and it is not a time. Heaven is being perfect. -And that isn't flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn't have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.

Heaven is not a place, and it's not a time. Heaven is being perfect.

Heaven is not a place, and it is not a time. Heaven is being perfect.

Le paradis, c'est simplement d'être soi-même parfait.

For each of them, the most important thing in living was to reach out and touch perfection in that which they most loved to do...

Tienes idea de cuántas vidas debimos cruzar antes de que lográramos la primera idea de que hay más en la vida que comer, luchar o alcanzar poder en la Bandada? ¡Mil vidas, Juan, diez mil! Y luego cien vidas más hasta que empezáramos a aprender que hay algo llamado perfección, y otras cien para comprender que la meta de la vida es encontrar esa perfección y reflejarla.

Peki bundan sonra ne olacak? Nereye gidiyoruz? Cennet diye bir yer yok mu? -Hay?r Jonathan öyle bir yer yok. O ne bir yer, ne de bir zaman. Cennet, kendinde kusursuzluÄŸu bulmakt?r.

A thousand lives, Jon, ten thousand! And then another hundred lives until we began to learn that there is such a thing as perfection, and another hundred again to get the idea that our purpose for living is to find that perfection and show it forth. The same rule holds for us now, of course: we choose our next world through what we learn in this one. Learn nothing, and the next world is the same as this one, all the same limitations and lead weights to overcome.

Are you telling me that even though it's changing every second, the sky is always a perfect sky?

You're a perfect expression of perfect Love, perfect Life, here and now.

a thousand times: "You're a perfect expression of perfect Love, here and now. You will have a perfect

No, Jonathan, there is no such place. Heaven is not a place, and it is not a time. Heaven is being perfect.

In the days that followed, Jonathan saw that there was as much to learn about flight in this place as there had been in the life behind him. But with a difference. Here were gulls who thought as he thought. For each of them, the most important thing in living was to reach out and touch perfection in that which they most loved to do, and that was to fly. They were magnificent birds, all of them, and they spent hour after hour every day practicing flight, testing advanced aeronautics.

You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn't flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn't have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there." Without

You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn't flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn't