Quotes About Perfection

I wish I could convey the perfection of a seal slipping into water or a spider monkey swinging from point to point or a lion merely turning its head. But language founders in such seas. Better to picture it in your head if you want to feel it.

Why make dirty what is beautiful, spoil what is perfect? Love.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

Nobody's perfect. Well, there was this one guy, but we killed him....

Nobody's perfect. Well, there was this one guy, but we killed him....

If you have come to these pages for laughter, may you find it. If you are here to be offended, may your ire rise and your blood boil. If you seek an adventure, may this song sing you away to blissful escape. If you need to test or confirm your beliefs, may you reach comfortable conclusions. All books reveal perfection, by what they are or what they are not. May you find that which you seek, in these pages or outside them. May you find perfection, and know it by name.

Usher is amazing. He's perfection to me as a performer. He gets down.

Sometimes God's ways are mysterious. Sometimes He reveals them bit by bit over long periods of time. Then sometimes they're just plain bizarre, but immediately clear -- picture-perfect.

I wanted perfection. But it turns out, here on earth, we don't get perfection; we get people.

Things went somehow so good that were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting.

They were fine and slender. At any given moment they stopped every bit as much lines, every bit much in the same state as at the beginning. Interrupted, always interrupted not because they terminated, but because no one could take them to the end. Circles were more perfect, less tragic and didn't move her enough. Circles were the work of man, finished before death and not even God could finish them better. While straight, fine, freestanding lines – were like thoughts.

A God possessed of free will is lesser than a God with a single law. In the same way that a concept is all the more true when it need not transform itself when faced with every individual case. God's perfection is proven more by the impossibility of miracles than the possibility.

Well, she sighed, even if it wasn't reaching me clearly, at least she knew that there was a secret meaning to the things of life. So it was she knew that she occasionally, even if somewhat confusedly, ended up sensing perfection—

Agnès se tourne vers moi. Ses yeux sont vert émeraude. Vert ne s'accorde pas avec yeux mais avec émeraude et se met donc au singulier. Son regard ainsi parfaitement accordé m'oblige à baisser le mien. Lâche, tu es lâche, Frédéric. Oui, mais il y a entre nous un enfant mort. Au singulier. Définitivement.

Il est plus facile d'être un voyageur ou un savant que d'être un ami, un amant. Plus aisé d'aimer les hommes vaguement que d'aimer à la perfection un seul être imparfait.

Por eso recomienda tanto la calma y la paciencia, en primer lugar consigo mismo. «Guardaos de las precipitaciones y de las inquietudes, porque no hay nada que nos estorbe más para caminar en la perfección» (Carta a Santa Chantal, 57, colec. Blaise).

at first we love the illusion of perfection. Later we come to love imperfections, because they signal vulnerability: and what we love, we yearn to protect.

To use a sculptural metaphor, the great novel, essay, biography is imprisoned inside a block of marble and the writer must chip away with a tiny chisel until the exquisite appears

100% is the perfect score for everything. If you make or go beyond perfection, it is something else.

a poem is never finished, only abandoned,

Of a young actress: "She is pretty, and tactfully concerned that the optical pleasure she provides shall not be disturbed by technical requirements any more than necessary.

Women think of all colors except the absence of color. I have said that black has it all. White too. Their beauty is absolute. It is the perfect harmony.

I never met a model I didn't like," says Nick Laws in The Shallow Man (The Dolce Vita Press, 2010/thedolcevitapress.com)

We were all born by accident but this wandering caravan will make camp in perfection Forget the nonsense categories of there and here, race, nation, religion, starting point and destination You are soul, and you are love,... No more questions now as to what it is we're doing here