Quotes About Imperfection

Flaubert was right when he said that our use of language is like a cracked kettle on which we bang out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we need to move the very stars to pity.

The stamp of the lowly origin is to be found in our appendix, in the now needless coat of hair that we still grow (and then shed) after five months in the womb, in our easily worn-out knees, our vestigial tails, and the many caprices of our urinogenital arrangements. Why do people keep saying, "God is in the details"? He isn't in ours, unless his yokel creationist fans wish to take credit for his clumsiness, failure, and incompetence.

Life is messy. Would that every puzzle piece fell into place, every word was kind, every accident happy, but such is not the case. Life is messy

Ninguém é perfeito... Ou por outra, este tipo era mas nós matámo-lo.

Life is messy. Would that every puzzle piece fell into place, every word was kind, every accident happy, but such is not the case. Life is messy. People, generally, suck. This

Life is messy. Would that every puzzle piece fell into place, every word was kind, every accident happy, but such is not the case. Life is messy. People, generally, suck.

Nobody's perfect….

Life is messy. People, generally, suck.

Nobody's perfect…. Well, there was this one guy, but we killed him. ANONYMOUS

Nobody's perfect. Well, there was this one guy, but we killed him...." ? Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal

Hemos de ceder a nuestros impulsos de herir o matar a cualquiera que nos moleste, de tomar cuanto queremos de quienes son más débiles y, en general, de despreciar los sentimientos de los demás? Somos imperfectos por nacimiento y debemos vigilar nuestros defectos para que no nos destruyan.

The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not … but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memories. That which you will hear is imperfect and fragmented, yet treasure it, for without you it does not exist. I give you now a memory that has been forgotten, hidden in the dreamy haze that lies behind us.

We are made imperfect and must guard against our flaws lest they destroy us.

In a way, he welcomed those limitations, for if he were perfect, what would be left for him to accomplish?

Because we can better ourselves. Should we give in to our impulses to kill or hurt any who anger us? To take whatever we want from those are weaker and in general to disregard the feelings of others? We are made imperfect and must guard against our flaws lest they destroy us.

Somos imperfectos por nacimiento y debemos vigilar nuestros defectos para que no nos destruyan

No religion is perfect, not after man gets through with it.

Somedays you have to write even when you think you're putting out crap. You just need to tell yourself that you'll fix the problems later, and by then, they might not even be problems anymore. The challenge of writing a novel has always been to let loose with a beautifully flawed first draft, and to constantly fight belief you're chiseling words in stone each time you type.

One shouldn't expect anyone to be complete at any given moment.

Por que Deus é o ser perfeitíssimo? Porque, se fosse imperfeitíssimo, seria meu primo Gustavo.

No one ever obliges us to know, Adso. We must, that is all, even if we comprehend imperfectly.

Great moments do not last in a confused and helter-skelter world. The idealist dreams how things ought to go, but they don't—there being no perfect human creatures or groups of them.

Perfect worlds do not exist. There are only the funny, strange, weeping, singing, truncated, and imperfect universes created by the gods of paintbrush and musical instruments, the gods who infuse their creations with their own blood, their own soul. When he looks at these worlds, the true Lord of Hosts, the creator of the universe, probably cannot help but smile mockingly

Love is a fault; so be it.