A Quote by Anna Quindlen

All of life like a series of tableaux, and in the living we missed so much, hid so much, left so much undone and unsaid. — © Anna Quindlen
All of life like a series of tableaux, and in the living we missed so much, hid so much, left so much undone and unsaid.
We were all expecting to finish [Downton Abbey] after Series 1, actually. And then, it got extended to Series 3, and that's when two of our much loved and much missed friends left. And then, it was going to be done with Series 5, but Julian Fellowes said, "I'd like to do one more." So it's been a series of extensions, rather than wondering how much longer we can go on for.
Your ambition should be to get as much life out of living as you possibly can, as much enjoyment, as much interest, as much experience, as much understanding. Not simply be what is generally called a 'success.'
It's very much up to you, how you shape your life. I mean, I missed out on human relationships. But looking at relationships that I've seen along the way, I don't think I've missed much.
Anyone who has raised more than one child knows full well that kids turn out the way they turn out - astonishingly, for the most part, and usually quite unlike their siblings, even their twins, raised under the same flawed rooftree. Little we have done or said, or left undone and unsaid, seems to have made much mark. It's hubris to suppose ourselves so influential; a casual remark on the playground is as likely to change their lives as any dedicated campaign of ours. They come with much of their own software already in place, waiting, and none of the keys we press will override it.
Much unhappiness has come from things left unsaid
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
I used to cry myself to sleep every night. I missed singing so much. And performing. Man, I missed it so much.
Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.
The duty of the words is to say just as much as the music has left unsaid and no more.
At the close of life the question will be not how much have you got, but how much have you given; not how much have you won, but how much have you done; not how much have you saved, but how much have you sacrificed; how much have you loved and served, not how much were you honored.
I've been living with anxiety much, much, much longer than I've been with living with alcoholism, that's for sure. I already knew from the sheer numbers and all the data that I'm not alone. I mean, the biggest mistake I did was spending most of my life thinking I was the only person who felt this way.
What is left unsaid gets in the way of the relationship. What is left unasked-for is a missed opportunity.
We're going to be surprised when we discover that things in Heaven are normal and natural, much like this life. Of course, it will be better, much more beautiful and supernatural, without all the troubles, trials, tribulations, suffering, tears and pain we have here. However, it will still be enough like this life that we will survive the change and not suffer some sort of traumatic culture shock. It'll be life very much like we're living now, only without the bad and evil.
I never want to love someone like that, so much that there would be no room left for myself, so much that I wouldn't be able to survive if he left me.
Words and deeds are far from being one. Much that is talked about is left undone.
The American grips himself, at the very sources of his consciousness, in a grip of care: and then, to so much of the rest of life, is indifferent. Whereas, the European hasn't got so much care in him, so he cares much more for life and living.
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