Quotes About Complexity

Culture hides more than it reveals, and strangely enough what it hides, it hides most effectively from its own participants.

The main purpose of science is simplicity and as we understand more things, everything is becoming simpler.

Two paradoxes are better than one they may even suggest a solution.

There is so much good in the worst of us, And so much bad in the best of us, That it hardly becomes any of us To talk about the rest of us.

There is so much good in the worst of us, and so much bad in the best of us, that it hardly behooves any of us to talk about the rest of us.

The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.

A woman's uniqueness is her greatest appeal to a man - and his greatest challenge.

One can understand sufficiently and precisely; however, it cannot always explain that simply as one understands love completely; whereas, it can't explain rightly and logically that.

The lie is the biggest cowardness and complexity of a liar.

you can love more than one person, each love with its own subtle shadings, one maybe stronger but not necessarily canceling out the other.

Looking at him now, she saw a study in contrasts. Someone who was kind and loyal but who could also be stubborn and intractable; who was his own man but also your typical man from Mars; who was always there for her but who had a tendency to hold back when showing his own emotions; who was forgetful at times but who never forgot was was most important. In short, someone who wasn't perfect but perfect for her, because of rather than in spite of his flaws.

He would always love her, in one way. But was love ever that simple? One thing and not another? Defining how he felt about Rose would be like trying to cut a piece out of the sky.

Isen wasn't a two birds with one stone kind of guy. More like one stone, two birds, a rabbit, a fox, and maybe that deer will trip over the fox and we can get him, too.

Alicia doesn't approve of lupi, but she went to bed with one?" "Amazing. After working homicide, you still think people are consistent.

He possessed ugliness the way a few rare souls possess beauty, an ugliness that fascinated

Love was like smell, Rule thought. Smell was the most complex and dimensional of the senses, weaving together past and present, near and distant, motion and stillness. Love, too, was a weaver.

Women were complicated creatures. Any man who thought he had one figured out simply wasn't paying attention

Humans were peculiar. They were by turns squeamish and appallingly violent.

Tâm h?n ?úng là m?t th? bí ?n. Nó v?n thu?c v? ta mà chính b?n thân ta l?i không th? n?m b?t, th?m chí ?ôi lúc th?y s? nó.

Besides, I hated him but I loved him too. Yes. I know all about that sort of thing. Christ, I should, I'd heard nothing else my last two years in New York. 'They have this terrific love-hate thing going,' everybody said about everybody else. 'You watch, it's going to destroy them-.' But never about me . When I took to someone I took to them, and when I took against them ditto. Mostly I felt indifference.

For the meaning of life differs from man to man, from day to day and from hour to hour. . . . To put the question in general terms would be comparable to the question posed to a chess champion, "Tell me, Master, what is the best move in the world?" There simply is no such thing as the best or even a good move apart from a particular situation in a game. . . . One should not search for an abstract meaning of life.

I got a computer. I wrote an apology note to my VCR for ever thinking it was difficult. You find someone in this country who can print out an envelope. Maybe the fifth envelope, but you have to kill four to get to the fifth one.

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

He rubs his forehead, frustrated, then raises his eyes, one dark brown, one gray-blue—the