Annie Besant Quotes

The specific is not exclusive: it lacks the aspiration to totality.

The part always has a tendency to reunite with its whole in order to escape from its imperfection.

So, to detract from the perfection of creatures is to detract from the perfection of divine power.

Perfection does not exist - only God is perfect.

Nobody is completely perfect.

Each of us is incomplete compared to someone else - an animal's incomplete compared to a person... and a person compared to God, who is complete only to be imaginary.

You will not dishonor the divine perfections by judgments unworthy of them, provided you never judge of Him by yourself, provided you do not ascribe to the Creator the imperfections and limitations of created beings.

I don't think anybody is perfect.

It is true that we do not have a doctrine of prophetic infallibility. Moses wasn’t perfect, Joseph Smith wasn’t perfect. Only Jesus Christ was perfect.

The universe doesn't allow perfection.

The defective can be more than the entire.

Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection.

One of the basic rules of the universe is that nothing is perfect. Perfection simply doesn't exist.....Without imperfection, neither you nor I would exist

I'm not interested in perfection. The universe is perfect, and there are some works of art that we see as perfect, but human beings aren't perfect.

The created order is everywhere punched and torn open by ellipses, drifts, and leaks of meaning: it is a sieve-order.

Only in grammar can you be more than perfect.

Wholeness does not mean perfection: it means embracing brokenness as an integral part of life.

In the most complete friendship there is always a little empty space, like the space in an egg.

That sucks, though," Wes said finally, his voice low. "You're just setting yourself up to fail, because you'll never get everything perfect." "Says who?" He just looked at me. "The world," he said, gesturing all around us, as if this party, this deck encompassed it all. "The universe. There's just no way. And why would you want everything to be perfect, anyway?" "I don't want everything to be perfect," I said. Just me, I thought. Somehow. "I just want—

You will come closer and closer to perfection, but you will never be perfect. Perfection is not the way of existence. Growth is the way.

You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.

Either still I find Some imperfection in the chosen theme, Or see of absolute accomplishment Much wanting, so much wanting, in myself, That I recoil and droop, and seek repose In listlessness from vain perplexity, Unprofitably travelling towards the grave.