Quotes About Complexity

Turing was very strong and driven and, at the same, so awkward and fragile.

The 'X-Men' franchise has not been a perfect one.

When you write biographies, whether it's about Ben Franklin or Einstein, you discover something amazing: They are human.

Twenty-seven member states cannot even organise a takeaway curry, let alone what they are going to do on free trade deals with the rest of the world.

The brain is the black box: the final frontier.

He that will believe only what he can fully comprehend must have a long head or a very short creed.

To create a fully formed character full of life, struggle, and humanity is tough.

Love can never be fully explained.

To find better means of fixing the brain, we first need to achieve something more fundamental. We must understand how it works.

The mental business is almost impossible to handle at the apex of government

Ideals make reason inaccessible.

You are to understand that Lenora loved Edward with a passion that was yet like an agony of hatred. And she had lived with him for years and years without addressing to him one word of tenderness. I don't know how she could do it.

I Tietjens, który nie nienawidziÅ' nikogo, majÄ…c przed sobÄ… prostolinijnego czÅ'owieka typu szkolnego kolegi, zaczÄ…Å' rozmyÅ›la? nad tym, jak to ludzko?? traktowana jednostkowo byÅ'a niemal zawsze sympatyczna, w swej masie zaÅ› stawaÅ'a siÄ™ zjawiskiem ohydnym.

My wife and I knew Captain and Mrs Ashburnham as well as it was possible to know anybody, and yet, in another sense, we knew nothing at all about them. This is, I believe, a state of things only possible with English people of whom, till today, when I sit down to puzzle out what I know of this sad affair, I knew nothing whatever.

Gertrude Stein said, "As everybody knows, fathers are depressing but our family had one." Mine had two and both in their mildest forms were depressing

The whole of everything is never told. (Henry James.)

Whatever love meant there was some version of it that I felt for Winter. And it didn't matter if he felt that for me or not or if it was real love or just my sadness about my dad that had turned into longing. Love, that elusive leading lady, plays too many parts to be typecast.

Love, that elusive leading lady, plays too many parts to be typecast.

The documents were in English—sort of—but the language was so convoluted that it was beginning to give her a headache. It made for even duller reading than her chemistry text.

As his lips moved with exquisite gentleness from the bruise in her hairline to the bandaged cut over her left eyebrow, he knew that he somehow possessed the power to kiss her and make her better. It was a puzzling, inexplicable kind of certainty that came only in dreams. It was an idea so complex and fragile that if he even blinked, he feared he would lose it.

It is time for writers to admit that nothing in this world makes sense. Only fools and charlatans think they know and understand everything. The stupider they are, the wider they conceive their horizons to be. And if an artist decides to declare that he understands nothing of what he sees—this in itself constitutes a considerable clarity in the realm of thought, and a great step forward.

I wanted to know what he thought about my loving a man whose bills were being paid by another woman.

Teaching students to value literary masterpieces is our best hope of awakening them to the infinite capacities and complexities of human experience, of helping them acknowledge and accept complexity and ambiguity, and of making them love and respect the language that allows us to smuggle out, and send one another, our urgent, eloquent dispatches from the prison of self.

It is impossible to love and be wise.