Quotes About Perfection

The tribal life wasn't something humans sat down and figured out. It was the gift of natural selection, a proven success—not perfection but hard to improve on. Hierarchalism, on the other hand, has proven to be not merely imperfect but ultimately catastrophic for the earth and for us. When the plane's going down and someone offers you a parachute, you don't demand to see the warranty.

We don't want to know a way to live that works well. We want to know the one right way.

Tomorrow comes into us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands.

The closest to perfection a person ever comes is when he fills out a job application form.?

"The smallest feline is a masterpiece."

"The soulmate is what we aspire to and like to understand about ourself, is what we deem to be perfection, purity, and endless love."

To say that one waits a lifetime for his soulmate to come around is a paradox. People eventually get sick of waiting, take a chance on someone, and by the art of commitment become soulmates, which takes a lifetime to perfect.

To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

You're not looking for perfection in your partner. Perfection is all about the ego. With soulmate love, you know that true love is what happens when disappointment sets in – and you're willing to deal maturely with these disappointments.

"It doesn't matter if the guy is perfect or the girl is perfect, as long as they are perfect for each other."

"I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and i loved you even more."

"To me, you are perfect."

...HH Beard has perfected ...3 excellent (urine) cancer tests, all of proven accuracy of 95% or better..... in 1942 and onwards.

Its all about finding the right note at the right place and knowing when to leave well enough alone. And that's a lifelong quest.

The perfection of Christian character depends wholly upon the grace and strength found alone in God.

The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?

It bears the gnarls of its history healed over. It has risen to a strange perfection in the warp and bending of its long growth. It has gathered all accidents into its purpose. It has become the intention and radiance of its dark fate.

In reality, of course, when it comes to choosing a spouse the vast majority of people have been always content to accept flawed reality over mythical perfection. But not Thomas Day. Nobody—before or since—has tried quite so literally or so systematically to create for themselves their vision of a perfect mate

The story of Thomas Day's quest to create a perfect wife symbolizes an eternal human desire: to craft a supreme being

If I ever meet with the man who fulfills my ideal, I shall make it a condition of the marriage settlement, that I am to have chocolate under the pillow.

Not perfection as a final goal, but the ever-enduring process of perfecting, maturing, refining, is the aim in living . . . The bad man is the man who, no matter how good he has been, is beginning to deteriorate, to grow less good. The good man is the man who, no matter how morally unworthy he has been, is moving to become better. Such a conception makes one severe in judging himself and humane in judging others.

The only thing unqualifiedly good in this world is a good will - the will to follow the moral law, regardless of profit or loss for ourselves. Never mind your happiness; do your duty. Morality is not properly the doctrine of how we may make ourselves happy, but how we may make ourselves worthy of happiness. Let us seek the happiness in others; but for ourselves, perfection - whether it bring us happiness or pain.

You know, at home in Newington, Mac works all day to keep the house spotlessly clean. The gardeners work outside to bring the entire garden to near perfection. But it's all an illusion. It's artificial. All life is disorganized.