Quotes About Complexity

Labyrinths cannot make themselves impossible.

PL1, "the fatal disease", belongs more to the problem set than to the solution set.

A beautiful thing is never perfect.

A woman talks to one man, looks at another, and thinks about a third.

Technology is dominated by two types of people those who understand what they do not manage, and those who manage what they do not understand.

The human mind is so complex and things are so tangled up with each other that, to explain a blade of straw, one would have to take to pieces an entire universe.

Synergy means behavior of whole systems unpredicted by the behavior of their parts.

A self-balancing, 28-jointed adaptor-based biped; an electro-chemical reduction plant, integral with segregated stowages of special energy extracts in storage batteries, for subsequent actuation of thousands of hydraulic and pneumatic pumps, with motors attached; 62,000 miles of capillaries....

Complexity begets ambiguity, which yields in all ways to prejudice and avarice. Complication does not so much defeat Men as arm them with fancy.

But lately I have learned what it is to be human. Learned, but not understood. It seems to involve a great deal of misery crammed into a very short lifetime." His

person's behaviour changes mysteriously according to circumstances. So, it is impossible for anyone to understand it. Explaining this, Chanakya says that like the Neem tree (Indian

It is difficult to predict the future of an economy in which it takes more brains to figure out the tax on our income than it does to earn it.

She can be ornery now and then, vain for sure, petulant and impetuous, silly at times, ill disposed toward the help, even malicious and malevolent when angry, but, still, she has always been the one for me.

Alain Robbe-Grillet once wrote that the worst thing to happen to the novel was the arrival of psychology. You can assume he meant that now we all expect to understand the motivation behind each character's actions, as if that's possible, as if life works that way. I've read so many recent novels, particularly those published in the Anglo world, that are dull and trite because I'm always supposed to infer causality.

My mind becomes congested, jammed with feelings and thoughts that I can't formulate nimbly enough.

Compared to the complexity of understanding grief, reading Foucault or Blanchot is like perusing a children's picture book.

I can relate to Marguerite Duras even though I'm not French, nor have I been consumed by love for an East Asian man. I can life inside Alice Munro's skin. But I can't relate to my own mother. My body is full of sentences and moments, my heart resplendent with lovely turns of phrases, but neither is able to be touched by another.

I was a voracious reader, but after Hannah's death I grew insatiable. Books became my milk and honey. I made myself feel better by reciting jejune statements like 'Books are the air I breathe,' or, worse, 'Life is meaningless without literature,' all in a weak attempt to avoid the fact that I found the world inexplicable and impenetrable. Compared to the complexity of understanding grief, reading Foucault or Blanchot is like perusing a children's picture book.

Sex, like art, can unsettle a soul, can grind a heart in a mortar. Sex, like literature, can sneak the other within one's walls, even if for only a moment, a moment before one immures oneself again.

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

Woman knows man well enough where he is weak, but she is quite unable to fathom him where he is strong. The fact is that man is as much a mystery to woman as woman is to man. If that were not so, the separation of the sexes would only have been a waste of Nature's energy.

Nic, co se týká ?lovÄ›ka, není jasné. Slovo, které má ve slovníku jediný význam, dostává v lidském životÄ› význam? sedm - jako když se Ganga rozdÄ›lí, než se vleje do moÃ…â"¢e.

YolculuÄŸum çok uzun sürdü, onun mesafesi de uzundur. ...Bu, senin en yak?n?na giden en uzak yoldur. Ve bu, bir ahengin son haddedeki basitliÄŸine götüren en kar???k bir sürükleyiÅŸtir. Yolcu, kendi kap?s?na gelene kadar bütün kap?lar? çalmal?d?r. Ve bir kimse, sonunda en içteki mihraba ulaÅŸmak için bütün d?? dünyalar? dolaÅŸmal?d?r.

It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.