Quotes About Complexity

Sometimes its like Nathaniel Hawthorne is trying to be deep.

Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself (I am large, I contain multitudes.)

The message of Microbe Hunters was clear: Great men like Pasteur, Reed, Theobald Smith, and Paul Ehrlich were a rare breed. But for all their skill, training, and dogged pursuit of that deadly microbe or magical elixir, their mission was infinitely complex, the challenges multifaceted, and the trail of disease and death a daily occurrence.

They were often convoluted, and unless it was a state-of-the-art facility, they'd layer new systems on top of the old, ultimately spending more to force everything to work, rather than using that money on the front end to get a new, better system that would save time and money in the future.

People often hate what they cannot understand.

Where it concerns human beings, it is almost always true that the more anxiously we look for purity the more likely we are to come upon admixture and interbreeding.

The failure of something great is never a simple matter, but where there is success and glory, there must also be failure and shame.

Great men have great faults.

You are a gentleman, sir,' muttered Cosca. 'I am a murderer.' 'I see no reason why a man cannot be both . . .

Who says there even is a real Shenkt? People like things that are simple. Black and white. Good and evil. They want to make a choice and tell themselves they were right. But as His Eminence is fond of saying, the real world is painted in greys. The truth is complicated, full of mixed emotions and blurred outcomes and each-way bets. The truth … is a hard sell.

And then Ardee herself was so much more complicated in person than she had been as a silent memory. Nine parts witty, clever, fearless, attractive. One part a mean and destructive drunk. Every moment with her was a lottery, but perhaps it was that sense of danger that struck the sparks when they touched, made his skin tingle and his mouth go dry . . .

Maybe her father hadn't been quite the hero she always reckoned him. Maybe her mother wasn't quite the villain either. Maybe no one's all one or all the other.

The truth is complicated, full of mixed emotions and blurred outcomes and each-way bets. The truth… is a hard sell.

Perhaps this would be a great day, the first of a great era, and he would be proud in after years to have had his part in it. Even if his part had been a dark one. Some men, after all, can only play dark parts. - Shenkt

there was an awful lot a man could be saying fuck about. That's the beauty of the word. It can mean just about anything, depending on how things stand. Horror, shock, pain, fear, worry. None were out of place.

Who knows why anyone does anything? The world's a complicated bloody place." "Everyone has their reasons ... It's just a question of knowing what they are. Then the world's simple.

But that was civilization, so far as Logen could tell. People with nothing better to do, dreaming up ways to make easy things difficult.

People like things that are simple. Black and white. Good and evil. They want to make a choice and tell themselves they were right. But as His Eminence is fond of saying, the real world is painted in greys. The truth is complicated, full of mixed emotions and blurred outcomes and each-way bets. The truth… is a hard sell.

Vengeance is never halfway as simple, or halfway as sweet, as you think it's going to be.

She would much rather have been held but, since they were who they were, she could be drunk instead.

What use are straight answers in a crooked world?

But you can't truly hate a man without loving him first,

Folk aren't just cowards or heroes. They're both and neither, depending on how things stand. Depending on who stands with them, who stands against. Depending on the life they've had. The death they see waiting.

A bruising love where every pat was just this side of a slap. The love one has for something always beneath you.