Quotes About Intricacy

D'Artagnan wondered at the fragile and unknown threads from which the fates of nations and the lives of men are sometimes hung.

Cel mai atractiv lucru din lume este fata pe care, instinctiv, o acoperim cu o panza. Cand ajunge si mai atragatoare, fascinanta chiar, o punem la doi metri sub pamant.

The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.

Suddenly it was clear to me that all the beautiful complexity of life had simplicity at its core.

Life is extremely complicated.

Beneath her fingernails, the frost makes billions of tiny diadems and coronas on the slats of the bench, a lattice of dumbfounding complexity.

What mazes there are in this world. The branches of trees, the filigree of roots, the matrix of crystals, the streets her father re-created in his models. Mazes in the nodules on murex shells and in the textures of sycamore bark and inside the hollow bones of eagles. None more complicated than the human brain, Etienne would say, what may be the most complex object in existence; one wet kilogram within which spin universes. She

Quantos labirintos existem neste mundo. Os galhos das árvores, as filigranas das raízes, a matriz dos cristais, as ruas que o pai dela tinha recriado nas maquetes. Labirintos nas saliências de conchas de múrex, nas texturas da casca de plátanos e dentro dos ossos ocos das águias. Nada mais complicado do que o cérebro humano, diria Etienne, a coisa mais complexa que existe; um orgão, dentro do qual giram universos.

The purpose of narrative is to present us with complexity and ambiguity.

Apricots are the most private fruit, loath to reveal their secrets.

There's such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but them it wouldn't be half so interesting.

Nothing important is completely explicable.

That you had more hidden away inside you than anyone else she'd ever met.

If one could conclude as to the nature of the Creator from a study of his creation it would appear that God has a special fondness for stars and beetles.

Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!

Begin to see that life is very, very complex. It is made up of thousands of dimensions of wonder.

There are always loose ends in real life.

Humans are alive, therefore life must be complex.

Splendor awaits in minute proportions.

has its rectum running through its heart; this is considered rather unsophisticated.

Man is a knot into which relationships are tied.

people are complicated; you can't label 'em with a word.

The complexity of things - the things within things - just seems to be endless. I mean nothing is easy, nothing is simple.

It is only when you watch the dense mass of thousands of ants, crowded together around the Hill, blackening the ground, that you begin to see the whole beast, and now you observe it thinking, planning, calculating. It is an intelligence, a kind of live computer, with crawling bits for its wits.