Quotes About Imperfection

After all, what kind of a life is it that is not pestered by insects? A perfect one, and since life is not perfect, this cannot be life.

The imperfect book that gets published is better than the perfect book that never leaves my computer.

I remind myself, Don't let the perfect be the enemy of the good. (Cribbed from Voltaire.) A twenty-minute walk that I do is better than the four-mile run that I don't do. The imperfect book that gets published is better than the perfect book that never leaves my computer. The dinner party of take-out Chinese food is better than the elegant dinner that I never host.

All that is not perfect down to the smallest detail is doomed to perish.

Language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.

Human Language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, when all the time we are longing to move the stars to pity.

She was a sweet girl but not really pretty, a rough sketch of a woman with a little of everything in her, one of those silhouettes which artists draw in three strokes on the tablecloth in a café after dinner, between a glass of brandy and a cigarette. Nature sometimes turns out creatures like that.

Man is a beautiful machine that works very badly.

Damn it, it wasn't quite fresh enough!

All birds are perhaps a little wrong, because an absolute once-and-for-all formula for a bird has never been found, just as all novels are bad because the correct formula for a novel has never been found.

The holes of oblivion do not exist. Nothing human is that perfect, and there are simply too many people in the world to make oblivion possible. One man will always be left alive to tell the story.

cracked, and then another

What stop-motion does best is present real objects magically brought to life in a very imperfect situation; the hand of the artist is there, the electricity of someone touching, massaging and torturing themselves to get life out of an inanimate object.

When you have tough times, and when you learn you can't be perfect in every situation, it's hard to accept, you know, because I still do expect that. But you just have to, because, you know, it's not about the situation. It's how you deal with it. You always have a choice.

I gravitate towards sort of broken characters who try to be better people.

I used to tell really boring stories as a child, about my toy panda's nose falling off, or something equally dull.

Everybody is damaged goods. Everybody got bumps and dents, ja? But sometimes two people fit together, and the bumps go into the dents, and you have a whole thing like a potato.

It had taken years to put themselves back together, and so what if some things didn't get put back in the right place? At least they could hold themselves up.

If you look closely at a tree you'll notice it's knots and dead branches, just like our bodies. What we learn is that beauty and imperfection go together wonderfully.

Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree.

I know my limitations. I know I'm not perfect. I know what I know, but more importantly, I know what I don't know. When I don't know something, I surround myself with people I can trust to teach me.

When I see someone with an immaculate sketchbook, I don't trust that person.

How did people do this - swallow all their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had.

I'm not perfect, but I'm the truth.