Quotes About Imperfection

Perfection is a club I resigned from a long time ago.

You're human, Tracy, which means you're not perfect. You're going to fail, through no fault of your own. That's part of being human, being imperfect. The question is, can you live with being imperfect? Can you live with failure?

You make mistakes, people die. You move forward. Perfect people accomplish nothing.

Strike registered the pronounced asymmetry of his pale blue eyes, one of which was a good centimeter higher than the other. It gave him an oddly vulnerable look, as though he had been finished in a hurry.

All you have to do is revise your point of view. Instead of trying to achieve perfection, simply relax and enjoy human imperfectability. With that perspective you achieve the ultimate godhead. You see man as infinite possibility always in the process of becoming. You see finally that man, in emulating the creative process, is nothing less than God.

I am obsessed with beauty. I want everything to be perfect, and of course it isn't. And that's a tough place to be because you're never satisfied.

no dejéis que el dolor de un pasado imperfecto obstaculice la gloria de un futuro maravilloso.

You can't hate a proov when you're near one, because you want to be like them, you ache to be like them. You want to be perfect, too, and you know if you were improved you'd act just like they do, and feel what they feel, and glide through the world with sky-colored eyes and hair like sunlight, and nothing dirty or broken could ever touch you.

In the face of sorrow, imperfection and the fleetingness of our affections and joys, we ask ourselves 'why?'. We need reassurance. We look to art for the proof that life in this world is meaningful and that suffering is not the pointless thing that it so often appears to be, but the necessary part of a larger and redeeming whole.

That's the secret - to distract the senses. Have I told you my theory about them? I think that our sight, smell, taste, touch, hearing are all calibrated for the enjoyment of a perfect world. But since the world is imperfect, we must put blinders on the senses.

But since the world is imperfect, we must put blinders on the senses.

Throughout his career, he operated in the realm of the possible, taking the world as it was, not as he wished it to be, and he often inveighed against a dogmatic insistence upon perfection.

There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.

Art is never completed, only abandoned.

Each of us is full of shit in our own special way. We're all shitty little snowflakes, dancing in the universe.

But aren't many gardens beautiful because they are imperfect?...aren't the strange, new flowers that arise by mistake or misadventure as pleasing as the well-tended and planned?

We are all unkind from time to time. We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that, well, it's like chasing clouds.

All the times I say, 'Don't see me'? With you, I wish I had an opposite power: See me. See me, Evie. See all of me. There's a fella who loves you right here. I'm not perfect. I'm a handful. But you know what? So are you. There. Not sugarcoating it.

We're never prepared for how much we love our children, for how much we wish we could protect them by being perfect.

You couldn't be perfect enough to keep the world from betraying you.

the canvas had disfigured it. Koko squirmed and squealed and made himself

I feel as if we're the centre of the universe and a kind God has blessed two imperfect people with a perfect moment.

Where are these perfect families? Is it yours? Your friend's, your neighbor's? I don't think you can just point one out. The ones we're most likely to admire are simply the ones with the best-kept secrets. No, the real perfect families, they have warts and bruises and scars. They had to screw up and admit their mistakes. They had to do everything wrong so they could learn how to do a few things right. They had to hate so they could know what to love.