Quotes About Incompleteness

An endless task, the cataloguing of reality. We accumulate facts, we discuss them, but with every line that is written, with every statement that is made, one has the feeling of incompleteness.

The whole of anything, is never told.

The universe doesn't allow perfection.

Let us say it now: to be blind and to be loved, is indeed, upon this earth where nothing is complete, one of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness.

El mundo está lleno de personas que se sienten incompletas, personas que tienen todo lo que pueden desear y que sin embargo no son felices, personas que se sienten solas en una multitud. El mundo está poblado casi exclusivamente de fantasmas.

Isn't it in his or her nonmastery or incompleteness that we see a possible place for ourselves in his or her affections – that is, that we glimpse the possibility that we may be able to do something for that person, be something to that person? In this sense, we perhaps love not what they have, but what they do not have; moreover, we show our love by giving what we ourselves do not have.

He saw it for the first time: on the day he died he would be wearing unmatching socks, there would be unanswered e-mails, and in the hovel he called home there would still be shirts missing cuff buttons, a malfunctioning light in the hall, and unpaid bills, uncleared attics, dead flies, friends waiting for a reply and lovers he had not owned up to.

We are not all. We are defined within a greater definition, and this greater definition eludes comprehension, because we are lacking. Incapable. Insufficient.

I dwelt a long time in the House of Death, tormented by the truth that I failed to achieve what I most wanted in my life. That sense, of terrible incompleteness, overwhelmed me many times. But now I stand with you, my brother, and I will fall in your stead if I can in this battle to come. Oblivion does not frighten me – I see only its blessed release.

We will talk of these things, for there is more to know than we know and more to say than we can say.

Gledaju?i samo kakva Tessa nije, on nije opazio kakva ona jest, te je zaboravio da nepotpuno može biti ljepše nego ?itavo.

We feed on the world in increasingly desperate attempts to compensate for feelings of incompleteness, separation, and alienation. This is a sorry way to live.

Man, as we realize if we reflect for a moment, never perceives anything fully or comprehends anything completely.

There is always something missing that torments me.

All temporal, partial experience of God inevitably leaves a sense of dissatisfaction behind.

The whole world might know you and acclaim you, but someone in the past, forever unreachable, forever unknowing, spoils it all.

Being a single mom, I fought my way through living in poverty, feeling like I wasn't ever enough, feeling an annoying tug that we as a family possibly weren't complete.

This building was full of what it was missing.

Dark Souls is in some ways an incomplete game, and I like to think that it has been completed by players, by their discoveries, as they moved along. I'd love to say that the nature of this incompleteness was completely deliberate, but it is both deliberate and by accident in different ways.

The part of something is missing and the remaining part is itself not able to explain what part is missing.

Your absence in my life is testing me every second. It has gifted me incompleteness, pain, and hope.

In practice, randomness is fundamentally incomplete information.

History is opaque. You see what comes out, not the script that produces events, the generator of history. There is a fundamental incompleteness in your grasp of such events, since you do not see what's inside the box, how the mechanisms work.

but there is no point reading too much into success stories because we do not see the full picture.