To the totality of purposes of the perfect Law there belong the abandonment, depreciation, and restraint of desires in so far as possible.
I don't know any neighborhoods where everyone's walking around in seven-inch heels and perfect makeup.
The relentless pursuit of perfection has been my problem over the years. It's maybe held me back.
If you see how a plant grows and you taste it in situ you have a perfect example of how it should taste on the plate.
I am self-conscious, and I'm aware of my body. But I struggle with America's limited idea of what perfection is.
There is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.
I don't want to sound pretentious, but you could hire a bunch of monkeys to be on a TV show, and if it's successful, then everything's perfect and everybody's happy.
When our spelling is perfect, it's invisible. But when it's flawed, it prompts strong negative associations.
I'm totally convinced I can write the perfect pop song.
The beautiful thing about acting is that you can just dive into the character, strip yourself of everything, and just get in there and perfect your craft.
I think what makes people fascinating is conflict, it's drama, it's the human condition. Nobody wants to watch perfection.
My daughter and I have this thing we call a PMA: 'perfect moment alert.' I try to really notice when we're having a PMA.
A rose without its thorns would be too perfect to be admired. Similarly, people without imperfections would be apathetic.
The benefits of the accomplished journey cannot be weighed in terms of perfect moments, but in terms of how this journey affects and changes our character.
Love is the universe. Love is ageless, boundless, bodiless, boundary-less. Love is pure, perfect, precise, and precious.
Sometimes when an actor says something almost perfect, but you know you have to edit it, if you tell them to change something immediately, it will come out great.
I have been tossing around the idea of writing some non-fiction. Maybe a collection of short stories about my experience being a mom and how not to be perfect.
When you make a movie, a dramatization based on the real experience of a living subject, you can't airbrush that away into to a perfect movie arc.
Ferran Adria making hamburgers... some thought it was crazy. But getting them perfect was a challenge. Plus I'm fascinated by all aspects of food.
The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions.
Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?
