Quotes About Imperfection

God is able to write straight with a crooked pencil and to achieve his perfect ends through the use of less than perfect instruments, without himself being tainted or hampered by their imperfection. Indeed,

People are good or half good or a quarter good, and it changes all the time- but even on the best day nobody's perfect.

Call humanity what it is; an imperfection amongst perfection.

As James Madison put it in Federalist No. 40, "The choice must always be made, if not one of the lesser evil, at least of the GREATER, not the PERFECT good." And in the last of the Federalist Papers, he said, "I never expect to see a perfect work from imperfect man.

The "central defect of evil," says Scott Peck, "is not the sin but the refusal to acknowledge it."1 What we cannot face will catch us from behind. When we gain the true strength to acknowledge our imperfect moral condition, we are no longer possessed by demons.

There is a kind of beauty in imperfection.

crowding together to see something which would ease the boredom of perfection and time.

human society," as C. S. Lewis puts it, "inside which minimum decency passes for heroic virtue and utter corruption for pardonable imperfection.

It would be nice if life weren't so messy, but that's just not the nature of things; we want things to be perfect, but most of the time we just spend our existence cleaning up the messes we make—and sometimes the messes of other people, people about whom we care most in the world.

Héloïse noticed that his hair, of which a strand had escaped from under his wig, was fox-red, and that he had a boil on the back of his neck. It made him seem more human and less awe-inspiring, which was a comfort.

If you look close enough, you can see cracks in everything. And that's okay. Because when you really think about it, it's the cracks and gaps and chinks in things that let the light shine in.

When I think of my version of a role model, it's not about being the perfect Samaritan; it's just being out there and being honest and happily imperfect.

So the poet, who wants to be something that he cannot be, and is a failure in plain life, makes up fictitious versions of his predicament that are interesting even to other persons because nobody is a perfect automobile salesman.

The stories that I want to tell, especially as a director, don't necessarily have a perfect ending because, the older you get, the more you appreciate a good day versus a happy ending. You understand that life continues on the next day; the reality of things is what happens tomorrow.

I honestly go back and forth in my head about using advanced and innovative technologies for creating my characters. There's something more 'real' and charming when the characters aren't perfect. It's the difference between anything that's built by a computer and machine versus the same thing being made by hand.

I feel very lucky to have grown up having interaction with adults who were making change but who were far from perfect beings. That feeling of not being paralyzed by your incredible inadequacy as a human being, which I feel every day, is a part of the legacy that I've gotten from so many of the adult elders.

Nothing is ever perfect. You have to make compromises and sacrifices, and it won't always be as glamorous as the fairy tales may suggest. But I do believe there is a person out there who will love you for all your imperfections and messiness. And those kinds of people will be with you for a very long time.

Nobody on this earth is perfect. Everybody has their flaws; everybody has their dark secrets and vices.

Apparently, despite my awareness of its pejorative connotation, procrastinating is something I fall victim to quite frequently. I'm not proud of it; I'm just being honest.

I'm pretty bad at video games.

We need to learn to work with political systems that are not perfect instead of taking the view: let's first fix the politics, then we'll fix the rest.

There's very little in life that doesn't require a compromise of one kind or another. No matter what you choose, it won't be perfect.

Perfection is impossible. Most mathematical truths can't be proved. The vast majority of mathematical relations can't be known. But you . . . standing here in your bare feet in that dress . . . you're perfect.

It was finally becoming clear to her that love wasn't about finding someone perfect to marry. Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability. And Harry had it in abundance, even if he wasn't ready to come to terms with it yet.