Quotes About Unfinished

It takes great salesmanship to convince a customer to buy something from you that isn't built or isn't finished.

I've never finished anything by Dickens.

Who am I, really? I prefer to leave that up to the observer, because I will never finish answering that.

I am dying now, but I still have many things to say.

half done, she left her establishment topsy-turvy

What do we leave behind but things not done, not said, not finished? Empty clothes, empty rooms, empty spaces in the ones who knew us? Mistakes never made right and hopes rotted down to nothing?

You turn to shit, alright. But maybe you can leave something good behind you.' She barked empty laughter at him. 'What do we leave behind but things not done, not said, not finished? Empty clothes, empty rooms, empty spaces in the ones who knew us? Mistakes never made right and hopes rotted down to nothing?

I myself have left a thousand tasks unfinished, unstarted or outright failed across the whole breadth of the Circle of the World. In the end, they bother me considerably less than my successes." "I'm

There's something horribly unfair about dying in the middle of a good story, before you have a chance to see how it all comes out.

She needs you, Dad," Julia says. "She has unfinished business in this world." "What is the matter with you?" Charlie asks his daughter. "Any sane person would have told me to go to the doctor. I'm seeing a headless apparition every day. Maybe my medications are conflicting. You should see the list of side effects on this stuff.

The hedge was a half-painted picture which would be finished in a few days.

I wonder if it won't be the same with the children as it has been with us. No matter how long each one of them lives, won't their lives feel to them unfinished like ours, only just beginning? I wonder how far they will go. And then their children will grow up and it will be the same with them. Unfinished lives. Oh, dearie, what children all of us are.

The Mystery of Edwin Drood

And it occurs to me that some way back I began a sentence that I never finished...

In what an effortless sleepiness I wrote this useless, unfinished thing.

A beginning of an unfinished conversation that I didn't have the guts to take control of.

There were unfinished paintings against the wall that look promising because they were unfinished, and some finished ones that looked beyond hope.

We all die in the middle of something.

There's always a piece of unfinished work left, but I suppose there is always someone to finish it.

In the land of the dying, sentences go unfinished, you know how they're going to end.

Feminism's crusade remains unfinished because examining the 'personal' is far more threatening than condemning the political.

Can it really be love if we don't talk that much, don't see each other? Isn't love something that happens between people who spend time together and know each other's faults and take care of each other? ... In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the colour and shape of love. That's the unfinished business between us. Because love, love is never finished.

I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. that's the unfinished business between us. Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

When I pictured myself, it was always like just an outline in a colouring book, with the inside not yet completed.