Quotes About Undefined

It also allows you to look as though you're not particularly from the present, future or past, either.

I just can't belong to a genre, because I don't know what I would want it to be.

In nature there are few sharp lines

This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It's a place that does not exist.

Emotions are like muscles. Most of them go highly unattended, it's usually the weaker, undefined ones that cause injury to the rest, and there is most certainly memory response in play.

The universe is made of one kind of what-ever-it-is, which cannot be defined.

Except for the primitive markers of day and night, time lay ahead of me in continuous, undefined mass.

I mean by a picture a beautiful romantic dream of something that never was, never will be - in a light better than any light that ever shone - in a land no one can define, or remember, only desire

I was also searching for a house in which I could live and work and make a world at my own pace, but even in my imagination this home was blurred, undefined, not real, or not realistic, or lacked realism.

Area X was all around them. Area X was contained in no one place or figure.

I don't think every relationship needs to be defined.

There are several areas where the border is not completely defined and demarcated.

An undefined problem has an infinite number of solutions.

I had Wayne as a guest on the show once. He may not remember, because I'm not sure he ever saw me. His eyes and consciousness seem to bypass you somehow, and focus somewhere in an undefined middle distance. The words sound memorized; he has an affect that might best be described as "nobody home.

Some things cannot be explained. This is part of the magic of life. There cannot be a word or an idea or a definition attached to everything.

Art is why I get up in the morning but my definition ends there. You know I don't think its fair that I'm living for something I can't even define.

Art is the reason I get up in the morning, but the definition ends there. It doesn't seem fair that I'm living for something I can't even define.

Art is why I get up in the morning, but my definition ends there. You know, it doesn't seem fair that I'm living for something I can't even define, but there you are, right there, in the meantime.

I like the idea of not having a definition of love and romance. The greatest love stories have been about people who haven't come together. More stories like that need to be explored.

What if our love is like a new species, something with no classification yet? What if what we have together doesn't fit neatly into any labeled drawer? That doesn't mean it isn't real.

Questa è la riva del mare. […] Né terra né mare. E' un luogo che non esiste.

It also allows you to look as though you're not particularly from the present, future or past, either.

I am something supernatural not exactly god, ghost, spirit, angel, principle or element – There is no term for it in English.

I am the outskirts of some non-existent town, the long-winded prologue to an unwritten book. I'm nobody, nobody. I don't know how to feel or think or love. I'm a character in a novel as yet unwritten, hovering in the air and undone before I've even existed, amongst the dreams of someone who never quite managed to breathe life into me.