#incomplete

we used to play around with our implicitly, we are too enjoying a game of looking and interpreting our self, until there is one thing that may be forgotten: is happy incomplete, if we do not explicitly express it? ↗

— Aditia Rinaldi

#happiness #implicitly #incomplete #love #we

An educated person is one who has learned that information almost always turns out to be at best incomplete and very often false, misleading, fictitious, mendacious - just dead wrong. ↗

— Russell Baker

#almost #always #best #dead #educated

You can always improve on something, the technology is different today, but I would leave it well alone. If there was something that was incomplete, that might be interesting... because I do that on my website. ↗

— Dave Davies

#always #because #different #i #i do

I wish, naturally to prevent the possibility that someone may write an accidental, superficial, incomplete and perhaps untrue picture of me. ↗

— Conrad Veidt

#i #i wish #incomplete #may #me

To deal with the true causes of war one must begin by recognizing as of prime relevancy to the solution of the problem the familiar fact that civilization is a partial, incomplete, and, to a great extent, superficial modification of barbarism. ↗

— Elihu Root

#begin #causes #civilization #deal #extent

A work is never completed except by some accident such as weariness, satisfaction, the need to deliver, or death: for, in relation to who or what is making it, it can only be one stage in a series of inner transformations. ↗

— Paul Valéry

#transformation #weariness #work #writing #death

A man in love is incomplete until he has married. Then he's finished. ↗

— Zsa Zsa Gabor

#finished #incomplete #love #love is #man

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. ↗

— Edmond de Goncourt

#been #begin #book #each #exists

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. ↗

— Plato

#another #back #becomes #every #every heart

The sadness of the incomplete, the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art. ↗

— E. M. Forster

#incomplete #life #never #often #sadness