Hoda Kotb Quotes

There are always loose ends in real life.

Life doesn't always end up with a bow wrapped around it.

I'm of the opinion that life doesn't always tie up neatly at the end of the episode.

The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.

Nobody's life is wrapped up neatly in a bow.

I don't ever want to tie a song in a little bow. Life doesn't work that way, and war doesn't ever work that way.

Life doesn't have plots and subplots and denouements. It's just a big collection of loose ends and dangling threads that never get explained.

Life doesn't tend to fix things or wrap them up in bows.

This life is messy.

A negative is never finished.

. . . the messiness of experience, that may be what we mean by life.

You never have these moments that, you know, are always perfect. Always something happens.

Thinking that everything is going to come together in a perfect way is not necessarily the way it's going to happen.

But if everything was always smooth and perfect, you'd get too used to that, you know? You have to have a little bit of disorganization now and then. Otherwise, you'll never really enjoy it when things go right.

There is nothing perfect...only life.

The created order is everywhere punched and torn open by ellipses, drifts, and leaks of meaning: it is a sieve-order.

Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise.

Anything and everything at any given time is sort of the point I think. We're dealing in real situations and that's why we have our handlers there, to hopefully protect us from the bad, but yes; each show I think that sort of thing is going to go down because it's obviously not a perfect system and it's not a perfect world.

As real as,' said Eddie. 'As real as what?' said Jack. 'Wish I knew,' said Eddie. 'But I can't do corroborative nouns. None of us are perfect, are we? I can get started. As big as, as obscene as, as foul as. But I can't get any further. But that's life for you again. As unfair as...

Facts are all accidents. They all might have been different. They all may become different. They all may collapse altogether.

Pull a string, a puppet moves ... each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed, the walls, the room; all our necessities including love, rest on foundations of sand - and any given cause, no matter how unrelated: the death of a boy in Hong Kong or a blizzard in Omaha ... can serve as your undoing. all your chinaware crashing to the kitchen floor, your girl will enter and you'll be standing, drunk, in the center of it and she'll ask: my god, what's the matter? and you'll answer: I don't know, I don't know.

Chaos, if it does not harden into a pattern of disorder, may be more fruitful than a regularity too easily accepted and a success too easily achieved.

Life is a goddam mess...but you wouldn't want to miss it!

In the end, all solutions are temporary.

[A]s if life were a thunder-storm wherein you can see by a flash the horizon, and then cannot see your hand.