Quotes About Perfection

The trick was to know that his true nature lived, as perfect as an unwritten number, everywhere at once across space and time. •

Alle Ziffern sind Begrenzungen, Vollkommenheit aber ist grenzlos.

Cuando sepan, pensó, lo del Descubrimiento, se pondrán locos de alegría [...] Podremos alzarnos sobre nuestra ignorancia, podremos descubrirnos como criaturas de perfección, inteligencia y habilidad. ¡Podremos ser libres! ¡Podremos aprender a volar!

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 empezamos a aprender que hay algo llamado perfección, y otras cien para comprender que la meta de la vida es encontrar esa perfección y reflejarla.

Heaven is neither the place, nor time. Heaven is perfection.

No me sentía culpable de romper las promesas que me había hecho a mi mísmo, tales solo existen para los que aceptan lo corriente. Uno que ha palpado la perfección en su aprendizaje no necesita esa clase de promesas.

She was a perfect freeway Mona Lisa.

as you begin to eliminate your need for perfection in all areas of your life, you'll begin to discover the perfection in life itself

The need for perfection and the desire for inner tranquility conflict with each other.

I guess it´s safe to say that practice makes perfect. It makes sense, then, to be careful what you practice. (Don't Sweat the Small Stuff, 1997)

There is no greater bore than perfection.

Evolution has no long-term goal. There is no long-distance target, no final perfection to serve as a criterion for selection, although human vanity cherishes the absurd notion that our species is the final goal of evolution.

It is possible to conceive, Anselm said, of a being than which nothing greater can be conceived. Even an atheist can conceive of such a superlative being, though he would deny its existence in the real world. But, goes the argument, a being that doesn't exist in the real world is, by that very fact, less than perfect. Therefore we have a contradiction and, hey presto, God exists!

The idea of the past is as useless as the idea of the future. Both could be invoked by anybody about anything. There is never any more beauty than there is now. There is no more joy or sorrow or wonder than there is now, nor perfection, nor any more evil nor any more good than there is now.

For the two of us, ours was just a version of life briefly perfected (though in a way that showed me something) and that ended.

It was the tall firs that pleased me most; the glance rose up the flame-shaped fir-tree, tapering to its green tip, and above was the azure sky. By aid of the tree I felt the sky more. By aid of everything beautiful I felt myself, and in that intense sense of consciousness prayed for greater perfection of soul and body.

One of the reasons many of us avoid meditation is that we think of it as work—and work we may not do perfectly. What if we didn't have to do it perfectly? What if we didn't have to "do" it at all? What if we could rest—and let God do the rest?

Artists who seek perfection in everything are those who cannot attain it in anything. EUGÈNE DELACROIX

The obsession with time is really an obsession with perfection.

Hacer progresos, no llegar a la perfección es lo que deberíamos pedirnos a nosotros mismos.

we opt for setting our limits at the point where we feel assured of success. Living within these bounds, we may feel stifled ... despairing ... But, yes, we do feel safe. And safety is a very expensive illusion ... Usually, when we say we can't do something, what we mean is that we won't do something unless we can guarantee that we'll do it perfectly.

If it weren't for Julia Child, I might never have moved past brown rice and tofu. Worse, I might still be afraid of being less than perfect.

It suddenly made sense. Only twice in his life had he felt this inexplicable, almost mystical attraction to a woman. He'd thought it remarkable, to have found two, when in his heart he'd always believed there was only one perfect woman out there for him. His heart had been right. There was only one.

Look, writers aren't perfect , I want to cry, any more than husbands and wives are perfect. The only unfailing rule is, If they seem so, they can't be.