Quotes About Perfection

But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. This is rare and pure and perfect.

Lovely as the moon: not flawless, perhaps, but perfect.

It was one of those perfect Autumn days so common in stories and rare in the real world.

But it isn't a rough draft either. The one I turned in several months ago was rough. There were some bad plot holes, some logical inconsistencies, pacing problems, and not nearly enough lesbian unicorns.

My father referred to it as "the finest song ever written for fifteen fingers." He made me play it when I was getting too full of myself and felt I needed humbling. Suffice to say I practice it with fair regularity, sometimes more than once a day.

I hate nothing more than doing things badly.

So we rode in silence. It was nice just being near her. You wouldn't think a girl in bandages with a blackened eye could be beautiful, but Denna was. Lovely as the moon: not flawless, perhaps, but perfect.

Those were the worst memories. Precious and perfect. Sharp as a mouthful of glass. I lay in bed, clenched into a trembling knot, unable to sleep, unable to turn my mind to other things, unable to stop myself from remembering again. And again. And again

Excellence is excellence's only companion.

It was nice just being near her. You wouldn't think a girl in bandages with a blackened eye could be beautiful, but Denna was. Lovely as the moon: not flawless, perhaps, but perfect. The

Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love a thing despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is pure and rare and perfect.

Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

IT WAS ONE OF those perfect autumn days so common in stories and so rare in the real world. The

Finally, say that she was beautiful. That is all that can be well said. That she was beautiful, through to her bones, despite any flaw or fault.

That's how they made them years ago, before metal strings, before they knew how to brace a long neck. It's incredible. There's more careful engineering in that swan neck than in any three cathedrals.

Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect. Stanchion

IT WAS ONE OF those perfect autumn days so common in stories and so rare in the real world.

In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

These were virtuoso odours, executed as wonderful little trifles that of course no one but he could admire or would ever take note of. He was enchanted by their meaningless perfection; and at no time in his life, either before or after, were there moments of such truly innocent happiness as in those days when he playfully and eagerly set about creating fragrant landscapes, still lifes and studies of individual objects.

1 Get it right from the beginning 2 Just listen … and read 3 Let's talk 4 Get two for one 5 Teach what is teachable 6 Get it right in the end

I'm off balance, not sure what's wrong. —You have misplaced joy, he said without hesitation. Without joy, we are as dead. —How do I find it again? —Find those who have it and bathe in their perfection.

It was then that I experienced the weight of sin, even a sin as small as a skater pin. I reflected on the fact that no matter how good I aspired to be, I was never going to achieve perfection.

Most of the time, it seemed as if the piece was fully formed in his mind. He was not one for improvising. It was more a question of executing something he saw in a flash.