Quotes About Imperfection

For whatever it's worth, I believe we're born imperfect, and perfection, whatever that may be, is unattainable by us mere humans.

No buddy is perfect

We are all trying to get over the person who broke our hearts. We are all far from perfect.

I may not be perfect for you or the world but guess what I'm not perfect for myself either. I'm dead to you and the world just as I'm dead to myself.-p.b

We humans are not just a superficial race (this may be curable to some extent); we are a very unfair one.

We are faulty and there is no need to bother trying to correct our flaws. We are so defective and so mismatched to our environment that we can just work around these flaws. I

it is not so easy to "falsify," i.e., to state that something is wrong with full certainty. Imperfections

you'd even rather have a failed real person than a successful one, as blemishes, scars, and character flaws increase the distance between a human and a ghost.

robust" is certainly not good enough. In the long run everything with the most minute vulnerability breaks, given the ruthlessness of time—yet our planet has been around for perhaps four billion years and, convincingly, robustness can't just be it: you need perfect robustness for a crack not to end up crashing the system.

we should first make things more robust to defects and forecast errors, or even exploit these errors, making lemonade out of the lemons.

They would prefer a defective forecast to nothing.

Life is made up of marble and mud.

You are partly crazy, and partly imbecile; a ruin, a failure, as almost everybody is,--though some in less degree, or less perceptibly, than their fellows.

It is a comfortable thought, that the smallest and most turbid mud-puddle can contain its own picture of Heaven.

Man's finest workmanship, the closer you observe it, the more imperfections it shows; as in a piece of polished steel a microscope will discover a rough surface. Whereas, what may look coarse and rough in Nature's workmanship will show an infinitely minute perfection, the closer you look into it. The reason of the minute superiority of Nature's work over man's is, that the former works from the innermost germ, while the latter works merely superficially.

I think about religion and how, once we because our own saviors, our own gods, most faiths became irrelevant. What must it have been like to believe in something greater than oneself? To accept imperfection and look to a rising vision of all we could never be? It must have been comforting. It must have lifted people from the mundane, but also justified all sorts of evil. I often wonder if the bright benefit of belief outweighed the darkness its abuse could bring.

But this isn't a perfect world. The problem is people who think it is. -Connor

In a perfect world mothers would all want their babies, and strangers would open up their homes to the unloved. In a perfect world everthing would be either black or white, right or wrong, and everyone would know the difference. But this isn't a perfect world. The problem is people who think it is.

As a kid you idolize your parents. You think they're perfect, because they're the yardstick by which you measure the rest of the world, and yourself. Then as a teenager they just piss you off, because you realize that not only are they not perfect, but they may be even a little more screwed up than you. But there's that moment when you realize they're not superheroes, or villains. They're painfully, unforgivably human. The question is, can you forgive them for being human anyway?

You make errors all the time...as does every other human being ever lived. Error is an intrinsic part of the human condition- and it is something I deeply love about humankind.

En un mundo perfecto todas las madres querrían a sus bebés y los extraños abrirían sus puertas a los no amados. En un mundo perfecto todo sería blanco o negro, bueno o malo, y todos sabrían la diferencia. Pero este no es un mundo perfecto. El problema es la gente que piensa que lo es

What is it that drives us to seek such lofty goals, yet tear out the foundations? Why must we always sabotage the pursuit of our own dreams?" "We are imperfect beings," Munira said. "How could we ever fit in a perfect world?

You make errors all the time... as does every other human being who has ever lived. Error is an intrinsic part of the human condition.

What must it have been like to believe in something greater than oneself? To accept imperfection and look to a rising vision of all we could never be? It must have been comforting. It must have been frightening. It must have lifted people from the mundane, but also justified all sorts of evil. I often wonder if the bright benefit of belief outweighed the darkness its abuse could bring.