Quotes About Complexity

It was all : it was nothing : it was more than enough.

Oh. To be filled with goodness then shattered by goodness, so beautifully mosaically fragmented by such shocking goodness.

EM Forster, though, saw it a little more evenhandedly: 'when human beings love they try to get something. They also try to give something, and this double aim makes love more complicated than food or sleep. It is selfish and altruistic at the same time, and no amount of specialization in one direction quite atrophies the other.

It was cruel, though, to want to, and tempting, so I'd become an expert at almost.

It was kindly meant. But kindly meant was complicated. There were lines you had to draw. There were correct responses. On the one hand there was laugh and say something funny back, on the other there was how dare you talk to me like that. It depended.

One blink of a camera eye (can't quite put his finger on the name of the photographer) and that child dressed in leaves became all these things: sad, terrible, beautiful, funny, terrifying, dark, light, charming, fairystory, folkstory, truth.

It was all : it was nothing : it was more than enough. Fine.

The editor was often called a Bolshevist—as who is not in these days? For language is given us not only to conceal thought, but often to prevent it, and every now and then when the problems of the world become too complex and too vital, some one stops all thought on a subject by inventing a tag, like "witch" in the seventeenth century, or "Bolshevist" in the twentieth. Ben

But love's a tonic, Michael, not a cure. He was a bastard still.

She liked the salty taste of contradiction on her tongue.

His face contained for me all possibilities of fierceness and sweetness, pride and submissiveness, violence, self-containment. I never saw more in it than I had when I saw it first, because I saw everything then. The whole thing in him that I was going to love, and never catch or explain.

People's lives, in Jubilee as elsewhere, were dull, simple, amazing, and unfathomable – deep caves paved with kitchen linoleum.

I can't translate myself into language any more.

love's the dirtiest thing in the world

Which one of us was more? He was always more.

I can't help but be both of you. I wanted to be able to take a side and will never again.

though you seem so emotional you have no feeling

Love is...' he paused and then laughed. 'Love is like an armchair cover. It hides a multitude of sins. It's washable and may well have a riot of roses and auriculas splashed over it, but underneath everything is all ripped up.

Cadvan smiled. "We are all many," he said. "But most of us don't have the privilege of understanding that as clearly as you do. It is hard to know oneself, but until we do, we cannot know why we act as we do. It's a lifetime's quest, and it never ends.

Virtue was ever double-edged.

Triple tongued is triple named

It is also important to understand that a hidden nature is not always an evil nature

The course of love was never straight.

Kind of a treble agent, see?" Schaffer said in a patient explaining tone. "That's one better that double.