Fernando Pessoa Quotes

There's really no way to be perfect. Perfectionism is a silly trait to have, so in a lot of ways that inspired the world of 'Divergent,' in which everyone is striving toward that ideal and falling short of it.

The thing with perfection is that it's never perfect.

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

Perfection can never be attained by work.

The truth is an ambition which is beyond us.

All creatures are flawed, but out of the flaw may come the universe.

I'm not a God, I make mistakes.

Nobody's perfect. The only one that ever was, was crucified.

Paradise is too perfect for humanity.

Perfection irritates as well as it attracts, in fiction as in life.

I feel to look for perfection is a very dangerous path. More than that, it's dangerous because it doesn't exist. You can aim for it, but you already know you won't get there because it doesn't exist. Plus, I definitely think the flaws, little cracks, and accidents are a lot more interesting.

We're in a world and a society where we're all striving for this perfection that doesn't exist.

The paradox of perfection is that you should try and achieve it by doing quality work even though you know you can never achieve it.

I don't think there's any such thing as perfection. But I'm a perfectionist. I don't believe in the idea of perfection, but I will strive to achieve it.

All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the base of our splendid failure to do the impossible.

When you strive for perfection, you compare different versions of what could be instead of being present with what is. Perfectionism is an attempt to inhabit an imaginary world in order to avoid experiencing the world in which you live.

We've been expected to be perfect but we aren't. We're still human.

Flawed can be more perfect than perfection.

To be perfect, one lacks only a defect.

Imperfections define perfection

Perfection is only an ideal for man; it cannot be attained, for man is made imperfect.

Only he with the hobbled foot fully knows the beauty of running. Only he with the severed ear can apprehend what the sweetest music must sound like. Our ailments complete us.

Perfection is an impossible destination

A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.

She had only one flaw. She was perfect, otherwise whe was perfect.