Perfectionism is not a quest for the best. It is a pursuit of the worst in ourselves, the part that tells us that nothing we do will ever be good enough - that we should try harder.

I may not be totally perfect, but parts of me are excellent.

No one is immortal, above the law, or otherwise perfect.

The thin ice of perfection is something no one can walk on. One day they will fall through, and drown, hurting the person who put them on the pedestal.

None of us are perfect. I myself am peculiarly susceptible to draughts.

The forest is magnificent, yet it contains no perfect trees.

I may not be perfect, but I'm always me.

I thought I had an idea of a perfect guy. Now I realize there's no such thing.