Quotes About Imperfection

nobody's life is filled with perfect little moments. And if they were, they wouldn't be perfect little moments. They would just be normal. How would you ever know happiness if you'd never experienced downs?

I was jealous of your perfection. And now I'm jealous that you're Flawed.

An artist needs a broken world in order to have pieces to shape into art. . . . Comfort is death to art.

For let's be honest, who is entirely well, lacking one? I mean throughout your life, so that you can proceed steadily, confidently, and without certain inevitable collapses?

Memory has a spottiness, as if the film was sprinkled with developer instead of immersed in it.

I wanted Lillian Hellman to be perfect because I wasn't perfect myself. I really wanted a mentor.

We make a mess of things sometimes but that doesn't make you bad - it makes you human.

If we are not careful, we will convey the message that investigators have to be perfect. Not true!

Nobody is perfect. Even Lionel Messi or Cristiano Ronaldo can sometimes look like players from League One.

I'm OK with messing up sometimes and not getting everything perfect - and there's something really relatable there for people that aren't so seasoned in the kitchen.

In beauty, there's this idea of this perfect picture, and I think, 'How about being present in the now, and a little messy?'

I want to go into the margins, into those moments where there's snot hanging out of your nose and things aren't cute and you're not pretty. I'm all for messy. That's what I want to explore.

I'm trying to use myself and my own flawedness as a metaphor for general human experience. I'm trying to 'stand next to' a subject, whether it's Bobby Knight or Vince Carter, and use that subject to meditate on both him and me.

I have a list a mile long of faults that sometimes bring me to my knees in self-hatred.

The idea is that we try our best to protect life, knowing that we cannot be perfect. If we're doing our best, that's good enough.

You don't need to be perfect. What's important is that you have a path to follow, a path of love. If we get lost in a forest and we don't have a compass at night, we can look at the North Star in order to go north, to get out. Your purpose is to get out of the forest, it's not to arrive at the North Star.

We're constantly correcting, and correcting ourselves, most rigorously, because we recognize at every moment that we did it all wrong (wrote it, thought it, made it all wrong), acted all wrong, how we acted all wrong, that everything to this point in time is a falsification, so we correct this falsification, and then we again correct the correction of this falsification and we correct the result of the correction of a correction andsoforth.

In the knowledge that nothing at all is certain and that nothing at all is perfect, we should, even with the greatest doubts, begin and continue whatever we have determined to do. If we give up each time even before we have started, we eventually find ourselves in desperation, and finally and ultimately we no longer get out of that desperation and are lost.

It was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity

And it was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity.

The pair of legs that carried him were rickety, and there was a bias in his gait which inclined him somewhat to the left of a straight line.

era quel tocco di imperfezione sopra la presunta perfezione che dava dolcezza, perché era esso ad impartire umanità.

It was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect which gave it the sweetness, because it was that which gave it the humanity.

Perfect, he, as a lover, might have called them off-hand. But no – they were not perfect. and it was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity.