Quotes About Imperfection

Seeking perfection, Ross . . . in life it's dangerous, for it makes the less than perfect seem less than enough. Time is not indefinite.

Tuose puslapiuose tvinksi toks gyvas laikme?io pul­sas, kad mÅ«s? Å¡irdyse kyla tikrumo alkis, gyvenimo ir tegu netobulo jo realizavimo geismas. Ta?iau gyvenimas lieka ta­rytum už stiklo – nutolÄ™s – viskas lyg jau ne mÅ«s?, lyg žvelg­tum pro traukinio langÄ….

El cuento del lunático ¿Quién soy yo para exigir la perfección? Yo, el cúmulo de los defectos.

Metí la pata. Perdóneme. El hecho de que usted no se percatara de que faltaba una carta indica igualmente cierto despiste por su parte, que yo, por la mía,atribuyo a su impaciencia, pero Dios sabe que todos cometemos errores. Así es la vida. Y el ajedrez.

Like punk rock, like Jackson Pollock, like Jack Kerouac, it was truly human, a mix of perfect beauty and cathartic error.

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

People, generally, suck.

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

He forgot everything: the sorcerer upstairs, the mission, his own imperfection, and the shame and bitterness that came with it.

Para um escritor, o progresso em direcção ao desprendimento e à libertação é um desastre sem precedentes: ele, mais do que ninguém, precisa dos seus defeitos: se triunfa sobre eles, está perdido. Ele que se abstenha portanto de se tornar melhor, pois, se o conseguir, arrepender-se-à amargamente.

I wanted perfection. But it turns out, here on earth, we don't get perfection; we get people.

These fragments of book mean that I work in ruins.

A galinha funciona como uma metáfora do artista: um ser imperfeito que produz uma obra superior a ele próprio, enquanto a magia da criação artística é vista como destino de vida e, sobretudo, como uma forma de transcendência e de via de escape da banalidade e da mediocridade.

If a perfect person from the planet Mars landed and discovered that Earthlings got tired and grew old, that person would feel pity and astonishment. Without ever understanding what was good about being human, in feeling tired, in giving out daily; only the initiated would comprehend this subtlety of defectiveness and this refinement of life.

Il est plus facile d'être un voyageur ou un savant que d'être un ami, un amant. Plus aisé d'aimer les hommes vaguement que d'aimer à la perfection un seul être imparfait.

the liberal believes in the permanence of humanity's imperfection, he resigns himself to a regime in which the good will be the result of numberless actions, and never the object of a conscious choice. Finally, he suscribes to the pessimism that sees, in politics, the art of creating the conditions in which the vices of men will contribute to the good of the state. —RAYMOND ARON, L'OPIUM

as humans, we automatically attach a whole string of judgments, interpretations, questions, and beliefs to situations. Our task involves accepting the imperfection of our own humanity and loving ourselves for having these judgments, including the one that says we must be a spiritually moribund person for creating this reality.

A hero without faults is like an omelet without little bits of eggshell in it.

Money does not guarantee excellence. Although university salaries and faculty quality are correlated, the correlation is far from perfect.

Ka disa pseudoepoka paqeje, gjate te cilave edhe veprimet me te mira na duken te dyshimta dhe na ngjallin nje mosbesim te fshehte, ku edhe vete meshira na duket si shtazeri. Nga ana tjeter, ka periudha gjate te cilave imoraliteti i paskrupullt, gabimet, padrejtesite, vesi dhe krimi formojne sfondin e nje tabele sublime, ngazellyese, dhe sherbejne vetem per t'i dhene asaj nje vule vertetesie. Sa me te erreta jane njollat, aq me te ndritshme duken vendet e ndricuara.

God knows I'm not perfect, either. I've made tons of stupid mistakes, and later I regretted them. And I've done it over and over again, thousands of times; a cycle of hollow joy and vicious self-hatred. But even so, every time I learned something about myself -Misato Katsuragi

I remembered the young man with his broad white smile and his ashen hair streaked with gold; the basted perfection of his firm flesh, and the grace of his hand clasping mine. I slotted the notes back inside, slid my purse away, and wondered: which of my defects did he notice first?

At the end of the day, you know, love does not happen between two perfect people as much as we would wish.

Nothing's perfect, the world's not perfect. But it's there for us, trying the best it can; that's what makes it so damn beautiful.