#perfection

I'm a perfectionist. I'm not going to cheat the people. ↗

— Dick Dale

#going #i #people #perfectionist

As you begin your tour of the United States, you may as well know that one American national trait which irritates many Americans and must be convenient for our critics is that we relentlessly advertise our imperfections. ↗

— Henry Cabot Lodge, Jr.

#american #begin #convenient #critics #imperfections

A minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#effort #ever #expect #minute #moment

Our imperfections make us unique as surely as our strengths. ↗

— Toni Sorenson

#imperfections #life #people #life

In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#art #dejan-stojanovic #imperceptibility #imperceptible #literature

Love every version of yourself, they help create your own unique version of extraordinary. ↗

— Kaiden Blake

#inspirational-attitude #inspirational-life #inspirational-quotes #inspirational-success-failure #kaiden-blake

There is something perfect to be found in the imperfect: the law keeps balance through the juxtaposition of beauty, which gains perfection through nurtured imperfection. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#beauty #dejan-stojanovic #imperfect #imperfection #juxtaposition

You know one of the causes of modern despair is the fact that we have had proposed to us, from various quarters, an impossible perfection. ↗

— Morris West

#despair #fact #had #impossible #know

YOU. ARE. PERFECT. You are. Im talking to YOU. and dont you dare think otherwise...embrace the entity of yourself...you are a puzzle piece and you are meant to be puzzling. ↗

— Kaiden Blake

#inspiration #inspirational-quotes #life #life-lessons #philosophy

Yet, when a man stands in the midst of his own beautifications, in the midst of his own northern airs of taciturnity and reservation, and not in the vanity and shortcoming of a woman's vestures, nor adornments; he is likely to see gliding past him silent, magical creatures whose happiness and seclusion he yearns for- his own mistakes, his own wounds, his own shortcomings: and that is no meager happiness. Yet, even with this yearning, even with that yearning for truth, for innocence in expression, man almost believes that his greater self lives there amongst the shortcomings, the humiliations, and the injuries: in these quiet regions even the fiercest air, even the howling air, turns into deathly silence, and in the most palest of northern snows, where you will find the white bear, youth itself even turns into a dream of youth. How he moves over these hilltops, like an enormous moth into the sun! But what is the sun for him, when there is no such thing as warmth? ↗

— Parodties

#innocence #renewal #youth #death