Quotes About Perfection

Vous avez des enfants ? - Non. - Alors attendez d'être mère à votre tour, vous verrez votre enfance sous un autre angle et le regard que vous portez sur votre mère changera du tout au tout. - Je ne vois vraiment pas comment. - Les parents parfaits n'existent pas, les enfants parfaits non plus.

I'm going to live in theory, because in theory everything goes perfectly . . .

they were determined to restore all of them to this imagined pristine state.

The highest praise of God consists in the denial of him by the atheist who finds creation so perfect that it can dispense with a creator.

An artist has no need to express his mind directly in his work for it to express the quality of that mind; it has indeed been said that the highest praise of God consists in the denial of Him by the atheist, who finds creation so perfect that it can dispense with a creator.

And even in my most carnal desires, oriented always in a particular direction, concentrated round a single dream, I might have recognized as their primary motive an idea, an idea for which I would have laid down my life, at the innermost core of which, as in my day-dreams while I sat reading all afternoon in the garden at Combray, lay the notion of perfection.

The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright, and out of that knowledge to love him, to imitate him, to be like him, as we may the nearest by possessing our souls of true virtue, which being united to the heavenly grace of faith makes up the highest perfection.

Least total darkness should by Night regaine   Her old possession, and extinguish life   In Nature and all things, which these soft fires   Not only enlighten, but with kindly heate   Of various influence foment and warme,   Temper or nourish, or in part shed down   Thir stellar vertue on all kinds that grow   On Earth, made hereby apter to receive   Perfection from the Suns more potent Ray.

Only holiness will call people to listen now. And the work of holiness is not about perfection or niceness; it is about belonging, that sense of being in the Presence and through the quality of that belonging, the mild magnetic of implicating others in the Presence. This is not about forging a relationship with a distant God but about the realization that we are already within God.

Holy Spirit of God hath prepared and disposed of the Scripture so as it might be a most sufficient and absolutely perfect way and means of communicating unto our minds that saving knowledge of God and his will which is needful that we may live unto him, and come unto the enjoyment of him in his glory.

Wherefore let us be much in the contemplation of what he was, what he did, how in all instances of duties and trials he carried himself, until an image or idea of his perfect holiness is implanted in our minds, and we are made like unto him thereby.

Quality is never an accident. It is always the result of intelligent effort. There must be the will to produce a superior thing.

No good work whatever can be perfect, and the demand for perfection is always a sign of a misunderstanding of the ends of art.

The world would be a terrible place without newborn children, who bring with them innocence, and the hope of man's further perfection.

Just because we are something better than birds or bees, our buildings must confess that we have not reached the perfection we can imagine, and can not rest in the condition we have attained. If we pretend to have reached either perfection or satisfaction, we have degraded either ourselves or our work.

to some of the best and wisest artists among ourselves, it may not be always possible to explain what pretty things they are making … the very perfection of their art is in their knowing so little about it

The demand for perfection is always a sign of a misunderstanding of the ends of art.

THE DAY WAS PERFECT: low eighties, bluebird sky, the slightest touch of a breeze. If the Minnesota August lasted all year, nobody would live anywhere else.

He glanced at his watch: three twenty-seven in the afternoon, more or less. With a Rolex, he'd discovered, more or less had to be good enough.

Either every member of your pure race of human dies, or every human dies. And, well Ã¢â'¬Â¦ you know how mongrels think, Mr. Smyrt. They have no appreciation for the perfection of purity.

You're a doubter of the perfectibility of the human soul." "I think to perfect a soul you have to have one to begin with.

It was a morning like other mornings and yet perfect among mornings.

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?

The compass simply represents the ideal, present but unachievable, and sight-steering a compromise with perfection which allows your boat to exist at all.