The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love that of the other's bed where the rival perfects the lover's imperfections.

I'm human I'm not perfect. I make mistakes all the time but I guess my job is to keep those mistakes to myself which I'm already fine doing and just try to be the best I can be for those kids.

I am not a perfect servant. I am a public servant doing my best against the odds. As I develop and serve be patient. God is not finished with me yet.

I know my country has not perfected itself. At times we've struggled to keep the promise of liberty and equality for all of our people. We've made our share of mistakes and there are times when our actions around the world have not lived up to our best intentions.

Perfect health like perfect beauty is a rare thing and so it seems is perfect disease.

Part of the beauty of the show in a way is that he's not perfect but you can always count on him to do the right thing in a pinch. That's why he inspires people and inspires me.

What is one to say about June the time of perfect young summer the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.

I hold that the perfection of form and beauty is contained in the sum of all men.

We also maintain - again with perfect truth - that mystery is more than half of beauty the element of strangeness that stirs the senses through the imagination.

Even if you play perfectly a fault of your opponent's can destroy the entire beauty of the game.

No single man can be taken as a model for a perfect figure for no man lives on earth who is endowed with the whole of beauty.

The truth of the matter is beauty is a specific thing rare and fleeting. Some of us have it in our teens 20s and 30s and then lose it most of us have it not at all. And that's perfectly okay. But lying to yourself that you have it when you don't seems to me simple-minded at best and psychotic at worst.

What sort of sap doesn't know by now that picture-perfect beauty is all done with smoke and mirrors anyway?

I am obsessed with beauty. I want everything to be perfect and of course it isn't. And that's a tough place to be because you're never satisfied.

The human face is the organic seat of beauty. It is the register of value in development a record of Experience whose legitimate office is to perfect the life a legible language to those who will study it of the majestic mistress the soul.

I always find beauty in things that are odd and imperfect - they are much more interesting.

In LA where I live it's all about perfectionism. Beauty is now defined by your bones sticking out of your decolletage. For that to be the standard is really perilous for women.

I don't want to be perfect but I do want to be a role model. My mom always tells me that imperfections equal beauty. All of us are imperfect.

I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life struggle intensity.

It would be difficult for me not to conclude that the most perfect type of masculine beauty is Satan as portrayed by Milton.

Beauty is also submitted to the taste of time so a beautiful woman from the Belle Epoch is not exactly the perfect beauty of today so beauty is something that changes with time.

San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.

A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty the contemplation of mystery or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.

Imperfection is beauty madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.