Quotes About Perfection

While it is true that scientific results are entirely independent from religious or moral considerations, those individuals to whom we owe the great creative achievements of science were all of them imbued with the truly religious conviction that this universe of ours is something perfect and susceptible to the rational striving for knowledge.

Nothing — the only perfection, the only absolute. Infinite and eternal nothing.

They do not sweat and whine about their condition. They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins.'' [...] To be a perfect animal and a perfect human - that was the ideal.

Perhaps, in the future, when machines have attained to a state of perfection—for I confess that I am, like Godwin and Shelley, a believer in perfectibility, the perfectibility of machinery—then, perhaps, it will be possible for those who, like myself, desire it, to live in a dignified seclusion, surrounded by the delicate attentions of silent and graceful machines, and entirely secure from any human intrusion.

The unpleasantness of life in the utopia

There is no one in the world who cannot arrive without difficulty at the most eminent perfection by fulfilling with love obscure and common duties. J. P. de Caussade

Llorar sobre los errores literarios de veinte años atrás, intentar enmendar una obra fallida para darle la perfección que no logró en su primera ejecución, perder los años de la madurez en el intento de corregir los pecados artísticos cometidos y legados por esta persona ajena que fue uno mismo en la juventud, todo ello, sin duda, es vano y futil.

Needless to say, the ideal will never in fact be realized.

XIV. Pour thine all freely from the Vase in thy right hand, and lose no drop! Hath not thy left hand a vase? Transmute all wholly into the Image of thy Will, bringing each to its true token of Perfection! Dissolve the Pearl in the Wine-cup: drink, and make manifest the Virtue of that Pearl!

44. For pure will, unassuaged of purpose, delivered from the lust of result, is every way perfect.

Pero no sucedió nada, porque a la vida siempre le falta alguna cosa para ser perfecta

Se sei una conchiglia, è importante l'ordine. Se sei guscio e animale, tutto deve essere perfetto. L'esattezza ti salverà.

Perché una soluzione perfetta che non riesco a spiegare alla gente è destinata a fallire.

Quel che aveva pensato Jasper Gwyn era che quella ragazza era perfetta. Aveva in mente come la bellezza irrimediabile del suo viso suggerisse un desiderio che poi il suo corpo smentiva, con fare placido e lento, perfetto. Era veleno e antidoto - lo era in modo dolce ed enigmatico. jasper Gwyn non l'aveva incontrata una sola volta senza sentire l'infantile desiderio di toccarla, appena: ma come avrebbe potuto desiderare di posare le dita su un insetto lucente, o su un vetro coperto di vapore.

Però non accadde nulla, perché alla vita manca sempre qualcosa per essere perfetta.

Better? I went from holding her hand to hugging her. Lindy, you loved me when I wasn't even human. You kissed me when I had no lips. You saw what was deep down inside me when I wasn't even sure about it myself. Believe me, there's no way I could do better. I think you're perfect.

I believed he had no human weaknesses or faults, and that, therefore, he could make no mistakes and that he could do no wrong. There on a Holy World hilltop, I realized how very dangerous it is for people to hold any human being in such esteem, especially to consider anyone some sort of divinely guided and protected person.

Mankind will not be perfect until it can create and destroy like God. It can already destroy: that's half the battle.

And she lowered her eyes at the gentle reproach, for she had learned her lesson, even if there would be occasional, but only very occasional, relapses; for none of us is perfect, except, of course, the ones we love, the things of home, our much appreciated dogs and cats, our favourites of one sort or another.

That was the way the world was; it was composed of a few almost perfect people (ourselves); then there were a good many people who generally did their best but were not all that perfect (our friends and colleagues); and finally, there were a few rather nasty ones (our enemies and opponents).

Yet man will never be perfect until he learns to create and destroy; he does know how to destroy, and that is half the battle.

Mankind will not be perfect until it can create and destroy like God. It can already destroy: that's half the battle.

Mothers have to pretend to be perfect[.] If we didn't, anarchy would rule the world. But most of the time we're just doing the best we can and trying to get better at it everyday

To the men exposed to his rule Lymond never appeared ill: he was never tired; he was never worried, or pained, or disappointed, or passionately angry. If he rested, he did so alone; if he slept, he took good care to sleep apart. "—I sometimes doubt if he's human," said Will, speaking his thought aloud. "It's probably all done with wheels.