Quotes About Incompleteness

I'm talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much a part of you as your own soul. Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless. If you had a lifetime to talk, there would still be things left unsaid.

What would your mother think about that?" which is stupid because Mother is dead and you can't say anything to people who are dead and dead people can't think.

I feel I'm living in parentheses

Absolute perfection belongs not to man, nor to angels, but to God alone.

But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France—a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will always be unflyable, stuck in the climb.

Règle d'or : laisser une image incomplète de soi...

a golden rule: to leave an incomplete image of oneself.

I also know that what follows is far from the whole picture. It is not false modesty which prompts me to say so but simply an acute awareness of what I have not included. The faces and voices of all that I have left out crowd around me as I reach the end.

Suddenly, Walter was aware of all the things he did not know. There were hundreds--thousands--of books in the world, and he had read only a handful of them. One day he would die, a myriad of books unread, his knowledge of the world incomplete.

Each of us is incomplete compared to someone else - an animal's incomplete compared to a person... and a person compared to God, who is complete only to be imaginary.

I knew I couldn't replicate my whole life in language.

Al tempio c'è una poesia intitolata la mancanza, incisa nella pietra. Ci sono 3 parole, ma il poeta le ha cancellate. Non si può leggere la mancanza, solo avvertirla.

There's a kind of Gödel's Theorem in human affairs: Every attempt to systemize life or to govern it by a set of axioms rich enough to encompass the totality of experience leads to a contradiction.

I think you're a taker. You've always been one. It's like God left some part of you out when He built you inside of me.

As if something's missing. I feel as if there's some puzzle to which I don't hold all the pieces. Does that sound terribly silly?

but that's one of the questions I've learned not to ask, because I'll get that condescending look all parents reserve for non-parents, to remind you that you're not yet a complete person.

A la larga, la realidad resulta inextinguible, inalcanzable. Se puede saber más y más sobre ella, pero nunca todo.

Me gustan mis fiestas de hombre solo. Son como la vida misma, como cualquier cuento de Felisberto Hernández: una fiesta incompleta, pero una fiesta de verdad.

Fuck words, nothing spoken comprehends the defiantly ephemeral. I take my incompleteness with the rest, an exile in any language.

The very fact that what God creates is less than Himself introduces limitations and imperfections into the picture.

Great minds may have cold hearts. Form but no color. It is an incompleteness. And so they are afraid of any woman who both thinks and feels deeply.

It is always in the parts that we cannot fully understand - the holes in a story, the piece missing - where the real truth of the thing lurks...

For me enough means not enough

By our very attempt to grasp an explanation, we leave things out.