#completeness

But, as we have before been led to remark, most of Mr. Darwin's statements elude, by their vagueness and incompleteness, the test of Natural History facts. ↗

— Richard Owen

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Do you know what it's like to love someone so much, that you can't see yourself without picturing her? Or what it's like to touch someone, and feel like you've come home? What we had wasn't about sex, or about being with someone just to show off what you've got, the way it was for other kids our age. We were, well, meant to be together. Some people spend their whole lives looking for that one person. I was lucky enough to have her all along. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#completeness #consummate #couples #age

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

— Edgar Allan Poe

#imperfection #incompleteness #shudder #silence #silence

Death not merely ends life, it also bestows upon it a silent completeness, snatched from the hazardous flux to which all things human are subject. ↗

— Hannah Arendt

#also #bestows #completeness #death #ends

Censorship ends in logical completeness when nobody is allowed to read any books except the books that nobody reads. ↗

— George Bernard Shaw

#any #books #censorship #completeness #ends

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

I may have survived, but I am broken," I remind him sadly. "No, Sunny, you're just a bit battered. We both are. Or if we're broken, that's only when we're alone. But now we're together, baby! And together, we're both whole. ↗

— Olivia Lynde

#completeness #love #love

The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#completeness #i #like #often #their

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

Completeness? Happiness? These words don't come close to describing my emotions. There truly is nothing I can say to capture what motherhood means to me, particularly given my medical history. ↗

— Anita Baker

#capture #close #come #completeness #describing