Wallace Stevens Quotes

No idea stays pure. Even the flowering of art isn't pure. And the sun has spots.

True perfection has to be imperfect. I know that sounds foolish, but it's true.

It will never be perfect, but perfect is overrated. Perfect is boring on live TV.

We attempted perfection; we wanted an object to be without flaw, so we cut the papers with a razor, pasted them down meticulously, but it buckled and was ruined... that is why we decided to tear prewrinkled paper, so that in the finished work of art imperfection would be an integral part, as if at birth death were built in.

Some beautiful things are more dazzling when they are still imperfect than when they have been too perfectly crafted.

It was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity

I like the ideology of there being no such thing as perfection. But I'm of the opinion that I have witnessed perfection at various times, especially in art.

Even imperfection itself may have its ideal or perfect state.

The whole point about beauty is its imperfection.

Every human perfection is linked to an error which it threatens to turn into

Flawed can be more perfect than perfection.

Perfection is no more a requisite to art than to heroes.

Well there's a lot of machines making music today too so you should expect perfection from them! Other than that it's humans programming it which is actually why i still like it. But yeah, that sounds about right. Now what I've got to do is I've got to stop expecting it of myself.

Imperfection is underrated. Perfection is overrated.

Take joy in who you are, we know our wings are flawed.

Nothing we see or hear is perfect. But right there in the imperfection is perfect reality.

Man is rotten with perfection.

It's the imperfections that make things beautiful.

Perhaps art is a quest for the perfect, or even the imperfect. Reality always falls short on both sides.

We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That's what connects us-that we're all broken, all beautifully imperfect.

The imperfect is our paradise.

Friendship is full of dregs.

Perfect people don't exist. And perfect people, if they existed, would be very boring. It is imperfection that keeps life interesting.

Certainly paradise, whatever, wherever it be, contains flaws. (Paradisical flaws, if you like.) If it did not, it would be incapable of drawing the hearts of men or angels.

Who wants to be a goddess when we can be human? Perfection is a flaw disguised as control.