#completion

I want to try it to see what it's like and see what my stuff looks like when I take it from inception to completion. ↗

— Charlie Kaufman

#i #inception #like #looks #see

It became clear that Keisha Blake could not start something without finishing it. If she climbed onto the boundary wall of Caldwell, she was compelled to walk the entire wall, no matter the obstructions in her path (beer cans, branches). This compulsion, applied to other fields, manifested itself as "intelligence." Every unknown word sent her to a dictionary--in search of something like "completion"--and every book led to another book, a process that, of course, could never be completed. This route through early life gave her no small portion of joy, and, indeed, it seemed at first that her desires and her capacities were basically aligned. She wanted to read things--could not resist wanting to read things--and reading was easily done, and relatively inexpensive. On the other hand, that she should receive any praise for such reflexive habits baffled the girl, for she knew herself to be fantastically stupid about many things. Wasn't it possible that what others mistook for intelligence was in fact only a sort of mutation of the will? ↗

— Zadie Smith

#compulsion #desires #finishing #intelligence #joy

I should have considered it wrong to have finished the Frieze before the room for its accommodation and the funds for its completion were available. ↗

— Edvard Munch

#available #before #completion #considered #finished

He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden's kisses for this? They had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been enough. ↗

— Annette Curtis Klause

#desire #love #life

The little dissatisfaction which every artist feels at the completion of a work forms the germ of a new work. ↗

— Berthold Auerbach

#completion #dissatisfaction #every #feels #forms

The earth was warm under me, and warm as I crumbled it through my fingers...I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep. ↗

— Willa Cather

#happiness #life #nature #success #life