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God stands revealed or remains forever unknown.
Utterly, irrevocably, lost
Unmentioned, what is can become as though it were not.
Here is unfenced existence
Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
I am a dead man who wanders
registered nowhere
The unknown is only that which has not yet been revealed ... The unfound but a journey not ended
A live unexamined isn't worth living. I will add, A life unlived isn't worth examining.
Unsung, the noblest deed will die.
There is death.
Making his way through all of it.
On the surface: unflappable, unwavering.
Below: unnerved, untied, and undone.
The unknowable is the beauty, the meaning, the aspiration, the goal. Because of the unknowable, life means something. When everything is known, then everything is flat. You will be fed up, bored.
An undefined goal is unreachable.
An unexamined life is a life of no account.
The good thing about being undiscovered is that every time you begin a new writing project it feels like this work will be the best one you have done, this one will be better than the last, a higher standard of writing, and that's the way it should be.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
Untitled. Unfinished. UNRELEASED
A lost spirit never did anything nor said something.
Always espect the unespected
In war, there are no unwounded
to early seen unknown...and known to late
Umbed by disappointment and betrayal, like a child who had been awakened suddenly from a summer dream about christmas morning.
Everybody knew what she was called, but nobody anywhere knew her name. Disremembered and unaccounted for, she cannot be lost because no one is looking for her, and even if they were, how can they call her if they don't know her name?
We may anticipate bliss, but who ever drank of that enchanted cup unalloved?
Been stolen from Finn
he received no reply.
Unblest is he who thinks himself unblest.[15]
Not lost, but gone before.
What goes unnamed remains hard to correct.
Dead. It sounds final but it's a word missing an ing.
Unknown is not unknown for the unknown!
As apprehended by those
Left alone, I was passive; repulsed, I withdrew; forgotten - my lips would not utter, nor my eyes dart a reminder.
How undisturbed, the sleep of the foolish.
Enlightenment is the unaltered state of consciousness
once a thing is found it can't be unfound, can it?
I'm currently unsupervised
It frisks me out too but the possibilities are endless
An undiscovered genius has no value in the marketplace
There remains the unforseen. And the unforseen is never negligible.
Undeveloped, the whole thing,tossed into a box before we really had a chance to know what we had, and that's why we broke up.
Unblemish'd let me live or die unknown; Oh, grant an honest fame, or grant me none!
The note was undated, and without either signature or address.
A life lived unexplored is a life not worth living.
Each life unfulfilled, you see;
It hangs still, patchy and scrappy:
We have not sighed deep, laughed free,
Starved, feasted, despaired, - been happy.
Unchanged hearts are unled spirits.
sold into an indentured servitude
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope.
Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.
I have no message.
How easy it is to be unknown!
Gone before To that unknown and silent shore.
Long exasperated by questions without answers, by answers without consequences, by truths which change nothing, we learn to become intoxicated by the mood of mystery itself, by the odor of the unknown. We are entranced by the subtle scents and wavering reflections of the unimaginable.
blissful as ignorance,
Abandoned like an empty beer bottle, cigarette butt, worn-out shoe.
Something is lost, but a person does not know what it is; this feeling is indescribable in words, and therefore, it can be experienced only as the emptiness.
Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Having failed to find
inert and seemingly lifeless.
Buried and burned. Never find them. Never. Buried and buried.
Unreturned love is like a meal with only one participant.
Too unconcerned to love and too passionless to hate, too detached to be selfish and too lifeless to be unselfish, too indifferent to experience joy and too cold to express sorrow, they are neither dead nor alive; they merely exist.
There is nothing lost, but may be found, if sought.
(No hay nada perdido, que no pueda encontrarse, si se lo busca)
Grief-stricken. Stricken is right; it is as though you had been felled. Knocked to the ground; pitched out of life and into something else.
And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell,
In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel.
The unnamed should not be mistaken for the nonexistent.
The unknown is a vast, paralyzing limbo.
Bidden or unbidden, God is present.
( ... )while it's true that the unexamined life is not worth living, it's also true that the unlived life isn't worth examining.
The unexplored life is not worth living!
motionless, waiting
Dead in the mind, meanin you're present but your ignorance only makes ur presense worse!
The unsuspected is the daily fare of the traveler in Thibet ...
I do feel, in my dreamings and yearnings, so undiscovered by those who are able to help me.
Something had been buried that was not yet dead.
The undisturbed mind is like the calm body water reflecting the brilliance of the moon. Empty the mind and you will realize the undisturbed mind.
I am unattached; My heart is very quiet.
Men, as Amundsen liked to say, are the unknown factor in the Antarctic.
Upped but mentally disjointed.
She got out at Raspail. I was left behind with the immensity of existing things. A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees. (Esse)
I am, as it is bliss to be,
Still and untroubled.
Who had he been? A failed father, a runaway husband. A son. A packet of unopened letters. He was dead; he was dead.
The ineffable would not be ineffable if it could be described.
Labor with what zeal we will, Something still remains undone, Something uncompleted still Waits the rising of the sun.
The mystery of history is an insoluble problem.
There is no self. There is nobody home. No forwarding address, no zip code. Address unknown.
I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.
Nothing had been decided, but everything was solved. Nothing had been repaired, but everything was fixed. Nothing had been cured. Yet everything was healed.
A boy is better unborn than untaught.
Barren, barren and trivial are these words. But not barren the experience.
Come to the conclusion: I am unborn, I was unborn and I shall remain unborn
Unconscious means identified totally with thought. You reduce reality to a conceptual reality.
Unanswered questions make my head itch.
I am awake but asleep, a ghost floating in a space that has no beginning or end, just an endless hall of grief.
His very existence was improbable, inexplicable, and altogether bewildering. He was an insoluble problem. It was inconceivable how he had existed, how he had succeeded in getting so far, how he had managed to remain
why he did not instantly disappear.
Ungrace does its work quietly and lethally, like a poisonous, undetectable gas. A father dies unforgiven. A mother who once carried a child in her own body does not speak to that child for half its life. The toxin steals on, from generation to generation.
No, I don't think I've been defiled. But I haven't been saved, either. There's nobody who can save me right now, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. The world looks totally empty to me. Everything I see around me looks fake. The only thing thay isn't fake is that gooshy thing inside me.
was forgotten and neglected.
I never see what has been done; I only see what remains to be done.
If you ever got me, you wouldn't have a clue what to do with me.