Quotes About Perfection

The Errors of a Wise Man make your Rule Rather than the Perfections of a Fool

Why should I go further than I am able? Is it not enough for you that I am perfect?

The greatness of a poet is not to be measured by the scale but by the intensity and the perfection of his works. Also by his vivacity. Williams is the author of the most vivid poems of modern American poetry.

To this day the existence of odd perfect numbers remains unsolved.

All of us have failed to match our dream of perfection. I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible. If I could write all my work again, I'm convinced I could do it better. This is the healthiest condition for an artist. That's why he keeps working, trying again: he believes each time that this time he will do it, bring it off. Of course he won't.

All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the base of our splendid failure to do the impossible.

All of us failed to match our dream of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible.

The newly emerging ideal was solitude, purity, perfect waves far from civilization.

Surfers have a perfection fetish. The perfect wave, etcetera. There is no such thing. Waves are not stationary objects in nature like roses or diamonds. They're quick, violent events at the end of a long chain of storm action and ocean reactions.

If there's anything better, God kept it for himself.

If God made anything better, he kept it for himself.

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There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.

Flaws would not only bring death but, far worse, humiliation.

she was, through no real faults of her own, perfect.

Not so much wonderful as perfect, she replied. Kind of flawless. More or less magnificent. Without blemish. Rather on the ideal side. She looked at the Prince. Am I being helpful? I

When I left you, he whispered, you were already more beautiful than anything I dared to dream. In our years apart, my imaginings did their best to improve on your perfection. At night, your face was forever behind my eyes. And now I see that that vision who kept me company in my loneliness was a hag compared to the beauty now before me.

It was all part of growing up. You got these little quick passions, you blinked, and they were gone. You forgave faults, found perfection, fell madly; then the next day the sun came up and it was over. Chalk it up to experience, old girl, and get on with the morning. Buttercup stood, made her bed, changed her clothes, combed her hair, smiled, and burst out again in a fit of weeping. Because there was a limit to just how much you could lie to yourself.

You got these little quick passions, you blinked, and they were gone. You forgave faults, found perfection, fell madly; then the next day the sun came up and it was over. Chalk it up to experience, old girl, and get on with the morning. Buttercup stood, made her bed, changed her clothes, comber her hair, smiled, and burst out again in a fit of weeping. Because there was a limit to just how much you could lie to yourself.

Is he really so wonderful, this Westley of yours?" "Not so much wonderful as perfect," she replied. "Kind of flawless. More or less magnificent. Without blemish. Rather on the ideal side." She looked at the Prince. "Am I being helpful?

Not so much wonderful as perfect, she replied. Kind of flawless. More or less magnificent. Without blemish. Rather on the ideal side. She looked at the Prince. Am I being helpful? I think emotions are clouding your objectivity just a bit.

me sería útil conocerlo un poco mejor. ¿Es de verdad tan maravilloso vuestro Westley? —Maravilloso, no; es perfecto —respondió—. Carece de defectos. Es magnífico. Sin mácula. Tirando a ideal. —Miró al príncipe y le preguntó—: ¿Os estoy ayudando? —Creo que las emociones empañan un poco vuestra objetividad.

The only impeccable writers are those who never wrote.

If we were perfect, the light he shines on us would just bounce right off. But the wrinkles, they catch the light. And the cracks, that's how the light gets inside us. When I pray, Odie, I never pray for perfection. I pray for forgiveness, because it's the one prayer I know will always be answered.