Quotes About Completeness

There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and love.

The landscape wouldn't have been complete without her.

Oh Alexander," she said, "what do you want from me..." "Everything!" he whispered fiercely.

I can't think of anything I want and need that I don't already have but at the same time, I'm not sated.

He brushed my curls back off my face. "I never pictured my life so complete. I never thought I'd have everything I want. You're everything to me, Angel.

When there is only one thing, what can be added or subtracted? If there are no circles, can pi find an ideal existence? What is logically possible when there is no contrary?

perfect in itself, somehow connected with every other fragment, so that the whole was greater than the sum of its parts.

It is like breathing to us, and to ignore math in this story would be akin to listening to Frank Zappa without ever having taken hallucinogens, an incomplete experience.

All I have ever wanted, needed, dreamed and desired is contained within you.

AS WE LAY THERE WE FELT LIKE WE WERE EXTENSTIONS OF EACH OTHER, LIKE OUR BODIES AND OUR HEARTS HAD TO BE TOGETHER TO MAKE ONE WHOLE PERFECT PERSON.

Perfection is real. It occurs when you find that other part of you, that other person, that when combined you become one, perfect being.

Love is about filling up the space, not making more holes.

I'm done. I don't need anything more out of life. I have you, and that's enough.

With you, I am. Without you, I am not.

Somewhere, someone is search for the pieces of you that mold well with theirs.

Without love, we are pointless. With it, we are infinite.

I fell in love with you like the stars fell in love with the sky, without you I am empty and bare.

She is everything I want and didn't know I needed. And so much more.

I guess when you're trying to find all the parts of yourself, it's difficult to be with someone who's already fully intact.

And nice is okay when it's among other things, but never when it stands alone.

I forgot the defective can be more than the whole

Enough that in the present case, as in millions, it was not the two halves of a perfect whole that confronted each other at the perfect moment; a missing counterpart wandered independently about the earth waiting in crass obtuseness till the late time came.

The question of love is one that cannot be evaded. Whether or not you claim to be interested in it from the moment you are alive you are bound to be concerned with love because love is not just something that happens to you: It is a certain special way of being alive. Love is in fact an intensification of life a completeness a fullness a wholeness of life.

There are days when I am convinced that Heaven starts already, now, in this ordinary life just as it is, in all its incompleteness, yet, this is where Heaven starts.. see within yourself, if you can find it. I walked through the field in front of the house, lots of swallows flying, everywhere! Some very near me..it was magical. We are already one, yet we know it not.