Quotes About Perfection

There is no such thing as a perfect name.

I say this is about as close to perfect as anything can be. Good God, hellion, I don't think I could take much more perfection and live through it." "Every

There's no way to be a perfect mother and a million ways to be a good one.

The most important thing she'd learned over the years was that there was no way to be a perfect mother and a million ways to be a good one.

You're a Daniels and a Walker. That means you're 99% fine stubbornness, tenacity and resilience combined, Tara said. And the other 1%? Mia asked as they sat at the tiny galley table. Ford wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her in close. Perfection.

But you'd get arguments from all kinds of people that the Bible has got to be perfect. That God would not permit such errors to be made in the Holy Word. I thought God gave everyone free will. Which would presumably - and evidently - include the freedom to be incorrect when translating one language into another. Stop making me think. I'm believing over here.

No, Bob. Just no. For crying out loud. She's seventeen. Better move quick, then, Bob said. Before anything starts to droop. Taste of perfection while you can, that's what I always say. ..... The perverted little creep has a point, my host.

Shame, child, is for those who fail to live up to the ideal of what they believe they should be.

Then why, Michael asked are you expecting perfection out of yourself? Do you really think you're that much better than the rest of us? That your powers make you a higher quality of human being? That your knowledge places you on a higher plane than everyone else on this world?

You saved us," she said. "Of course I did," Rowl responded. "I am without flaw.

And if you're very, very lucky, there are a very few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realize that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last—and yet will remain with you for life.

The Ego Rip Step 1: Make a list of all your short comings. Step 2: Grasp list firmly in both hands. Step 3: Rip list to shreds. Step 4: Consider yourself perfect.

There were the youngest children, small girls with leis, barefoot. There were watercress sandwiches, champagne, lemonade, peach-colored napkins to match the sorbet that came with the cake, peacocks on the lawn. She kicked off the expensive shoes and unpinned the veil. 'Wasn't that just about perfect,' she said when she called that evening.

straightened the immaculate room as if to erase any sign of herself.

This is something different again. A feeling of peace. The feeling you get when a recipe turns out perfectly right, a perfectly risen souffle, a flawless sauce hollandaise. It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her.

Datemi del romantico, se vi va. Ma io credo nel crimine perfetto. Come il vero amore, è solo questione di tempo e pazienza.

Adesso, fare cioccolato è una cosa diversa. Oh, certo, ci vuole comunque una certa abilità. Leggerenzza nel tocco, rapidità, una pazienza che mia madre non avrebbe mai avuto.

You know how sometimes, your life is so perfect you're afraid for the next moment, because it couldn't possibly be quite as good? That's what it felt like.

This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

But love wasn't about sacrifice, and it wasn't about falling short of someone's expectations. By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them. All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

Families were never what you wanted them to be. We all wanted what we couldn't have: the perfect child, the doting husband, the mother who wouldn't let go. We live in our grown-up dollhouses completely unaware that, at any moment, a hand might come in and change around everything we'd become accustomed to.

By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them.

Art is a journey of excellence not a goal of perfection.

Whatever you do, be sure to do it well.