All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
An ideal and flawless freedom, "complete freedom", enabling without disabling, is I believe an oxymoron in metaphysics as much as it is an unreachable goal in social life.
Often, the thing we pursue most passionately is but a substitute for the one thing we really want and cannot have.
Gentlemen, we will chase perfection, and we will chase it relentlessly, knowing all the while we can never attain it. But along the way, we shall catch excellence.
Perfection is worth striving for, even if it is ultimately unattainable in this life.
As humans, we all want our own island. Of course, the truth is, we're never going to get it.
That one man scorned and covered with scars Still strove with his last ounce of courage To reach the unreachable star.
I wrote 'Evil Spider' about wanting someone that's already taken. I guess it was based on a personal experience, but I went a lil extreme on the theme... me being a spider trying to snare someone. In real life, I was just observing!
Sydney: Ever had that happen? Once you can’t have something, you want it that much more.” Adrian: “Yes. It happens all the time.
You have only 30 seconds to speak. Moreover, even if you had time to make your argument, the audience you need to reach … wouldn't understand it.
She was so beautiful, like someone who you will never meet, but always dream of meeting, like someone who is too good for you.
Perfection is like chasing the horizon. Keep moving.
There is something very utopian about what I do. But utopia is nothing more than a truth that the world is not yet ready to hear.
I would say my theme has always been paradise lost, always the lost cause, the lost leader, the lost utopia.
You can never reach the promised land. You can march towards it.
Filmmaking for me is always aiming for the imaginary movie and never achieving it.
Seeking the invisible through the imagery of the visible, the Americans never can get quite all the way to the end of the American dream.
it's like a squid in love with the sky.
Perfection is a stick with which to beat the possible.
I was as pure as the morning When I first looked on your face; I knew I never could reach you In your high, exalted place.
Where I went, no one could follow. Yet someone managed to hold my hand.
There is no more unfortunate creature under the sun than a fetishist who yearns for a woman's shoe and has to settle for the whole woman.
A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.
I do not expect to see home again, though that is what I want.
