perfection [Theme] Page 1

Everyone knows that there is nothing perfect in the world and nowhere is there complete bliss.

Only that serenity is true, whose root is the perfection of the spirit.

The only word that is misspelled is "perfection". What an irony.

But that is no reason not to go, not to run, not to crawl towards perfection.

I used to think that my lover would be a superhero. The perfect guy with no flaws. Living dream. But I never thought that perfection is the biggest illusion. And that the one whom I love with all my heart will be an ordinary person, with his own advantages and disadvantages. He will argue with me and laugh, hold my hand and not let me fall, get the right jar from the high shelf and roll the grocery cart instead of me. He will be a living person.

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We just love her beauty.

We must follow the century with humility.

The perfection of the spirit can neither be borrowed nor bought, and even if it were for sale, all the same, I think, there would be no buyer. But meanness is bought daily.

Constantly striving to change and improve what is already perfect, we only make it worse, we destroy it. We destroy that, the perfection of which we do not even realize, and because of the limitedness of our perception we consider it imperfect.

Like any other art form, the art of deduction and analysis can only be mastered through long and painstaking work, but life is too short for any mortal to come even remotely close to perfection in it.

The aroma will disappear, but the vessel is always with us.

And the road to perfection is long.

Swift was never a utopian, even in his youth. No illusions. The perfection of the human race is a fairy tale of the barrel, that is, meaningless chatter.