Quotes About Incompleteness

All that was missing... was everything else.

The presence of want awakens in him nostalgia for wholeness. His thoughts turn toward questions

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Up to a point, Lord Copper.

The price for his intactness was incompleteness.

Siempre he pertenecido a lo que no está donde estoy y a lo que no he podido ser nunca.

The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.

Listening to music, I always have exactly the same feeling: something's missing. Never will I learn the cause of this gentle sadness, never will I wish to investigate it.

Missing things upset her. Missing price tags. Missing memories. Missing parts of her life.

He'd grown himself a little bit of a beard, just under his mouth, while he shaved the rest. Clover couldn't understand it. Grow it or don't, but why leave bits? It was like leaving your wife half-fucked.

Not everything in life can or should be explained. Part of every painting should be incomplete...to be completed in the mind of the viewer.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness — imperfection — and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness — and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

Some things are missing from the world and they will never be replaced.

We all have times when we go home at night and pull out our hair and feel misunderstood and lonely and like we're falling. I think the brain is such that there is always going to be something missing.

We were all created incomplete and will find no rest until we satisfy the deepest hunger and thirst within us. You've tried to satisfy it in your own way. I see that in your eyes, too, as I've seen it in so many others. And yet, though you deny it with your last breath, your soul yearns for God

What Godel and Rosser showed is that the consistency of a (sufficiently extensive) formal system is something that lies outside the power of the formal system itself to establish.

I understand that you can never have the whole picture; inevitably, there's stuff you don't know, can't know. But when it comes to Cameron I always want more than I have, would like to be able to take hold of at least one or two more pieces, if only because I'm convinced there are parts of myself inside them.

But in the real world, you couldnt really just split a family down the middle, mom on one side, dad the other, with the child equally divided between. It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again. It was what you couldn't see, those tiniest of pieces, that were lost in the severing, and their absence kept everything from being complete.

It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again.

It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again. It was what you couldn't see, those tiniest of pieces, that were lost in the severing, and their absence kept everything from being complete.

Such perfect incompleteness, suggestion and ambiguity are among the most valuable devices of the skilled poet, means by which the poem opens to let us in.