Perfection of means and confusion of ends seems to characterize our age.
Excellence/Perfection is not a destination; it is a continuous journey that never ends.
The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I love her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.
But those who seek only reassurance from life will never be more than tourists—seeing everything and trying to possess what can only be felt. Beauty is the shadow of imperfection.
Trifles go to make perfection, And perfection is no trifle.
Grace is the face that love wears when it meets imperfection.
It's not worth our while to let our imperfections disturb us always.
[M]aybe the most any of us can expect of ourselves isn't perfection but progress.
Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.
There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.