Seven is perfection: a perfect cycle of a week's days.
Though sabermetricians strive for perfection, a truly perfect statistic will never exist.
Garden weddings, Ms. Aghevli said, reach back subconsciously "to a mythical — but no less powerful for that — perfection, a sort of Garden of Eden, of perfect and blameless innocence, a fresh start".
All's well between my fourth wife and me; really, nothing could be better; in fact, I have no hesitation in saying that our love is perfect; but isn't this very perfection a cause for concern?
As for the most important meal of the day, two eggs poached to perfection, a plate of gorgeous pastries and a perfect pot of coffee arrived within the prescribed 30 minutes.
It's perfection, a crystalline extrapolation of everything that's both perfect and wretched about the strangest time of the year.
We aim for perfection – a thing that doesn't even exist.
It's turned ambitionlessness into a sort of perfection, a cloudless sky.
The plot that succeeded with miraculous perfection — a perfection that reached a level of near surreality.
It is a work of sleek artistic perfection, a still life with cut-crystal candlesticks.
As Edmund, Matthew Beard is fastidious perfection: a languid mummy's boy and poet.
