Quotes About Imperfection

Like a cookie crumbled but you eat it anyway, life is.

There is no perfect security. There's always something. Always.

Breathe and don't try to be perfect.

Pat was a complicated and occasionally contradictory man, which is to say he was human, he was flawed, and he was still in the act of self-discovery, of becoming.

I think life is full of challenges and problems. I don't believe that anyone is perfect. We all make mistakes. It's not a bed of roses, and you have to work real hard at it.

It is well-known that there are many faces in the world over the finishing of which nature did not take much trouble, did not employ any fine tools such as files, gimlets, and so on, but simply hacked them out with round strokes: one chop-a nose appears; another chop-lips appear; eyes are scooped out with a big drill; and she lets it go into the world rough-hewn, saing: "ALIVE!

Why, then, make a show of the poverty of our life and our sad imperfection, unearthing people from the backwoods, from remote corners of the state? But what if this is in the writer's nature, and his own imperfection grieves him so, and the makeup of his talent is such, that he can only portray the poverty of our life, unearthing people from the backwoods, from the remote corners of the state! So here we are again in the backwoods, again we have come out in some corner!

We all know that there are a great many faces in the world, over the carving of which nature has spent no great pains, has used no delicate tools such as files or gimlets, but has simply rough-hewn them with a swing of the arm: one stroke of the axe and there's a nose, another and there are the lips, the eyes are bored with a great drill, and without polishing it off, nature thrusts it into the world, saying, "This will do.

And yet, in the words of Immanuel Kant: Out of the crooked timber of humanity, no straight thing was ever made.

Reconstructing the past is rather like translating poetry. It can be done, but never exactly.

Many of us would probably be better fishermen if we did not spend so much time watching and waiting for the world to become perfect

i'm only human, & inadequacy is what makes us human, & if we was perfect we wdnt have nothin to strive for, so you might as well go on & forgive me pretty baby, cause i'm sorry

If one knows but does not act accordingly, one knows imperfectly'.

Teaism is a cult founded on the adoration of the beautiful among the sordid facts of everyday existence.... It is essentially a worship of the Imperfect, as it is a tender attempt to accomplish something possible in this impossible thing we know as life.

No influence of ours can save your species from destruction. Nothing could save it but a profound change in your own nature; and that cannot be. Wandering among you, we move always with fore-knowledge of the doom which your own imperfection imposes on you. Even if we could, we would not change it; for it is a theme required in the strange music of the spheres.

To fail is not tragic. To be human, is.

Every marriage was imperfect and the destroying agents, the imperfections, were there, unseen, from the start.

Non è vero che non credi all'amore, mamma. Ci credi tanto da straziarti perché ne vedi così poco, e perché quello che vedi non è mai perfetto. Tu sei fatta d'amore. Ma è sufficiente credere all'amore se non si crede alla vita?

O insanlar kusurluydular. Ama belki de benim a?k?m için ya?ad???m gibi onlar da bu biçimde ya?ayarak ayakta durabiliyorlard?. ?ayet insan, hayata geldi?inde ?u ya da bu biçimde ya?amaya devam edecekse sona varmak için büründü?ü görünüm çirkin bile olsa küçümsenmemelidir. Hayat?n? ya?amak. Ya?amak. Muazzam bir giri?im, insan? endi?eye bo?acak kadar.

It's just that humans are made imperfect from the very beginning.

A subject that is beautiful in itself gives no suggestion to the artist. It lacks imperfection.

The criminal (as slave) often seeks a person of great perfection (and here, as a judge of people's imperfection, the criminal is much harsher than a good man), because he so wants to obtain trust from outside (not through an inner change of mind). If he believes he has found such a person, he gives himself up to him in the most complete slavery, and he searches in an importunate manner for people whom he could serve as a slave. He also wants to live as a slave so as never to be alone.

Perfection is immutable. But for things imperfect, change is the way to perfect them.

We're not saints, and we're not screwups. We're just...people.