Quotes About Complexity

Nino tem algo que o devora por dentro, assim como Lila, o que é um dom e um sofrimento, não são alegres, não se abandonam, temem o que acontece a ser redor...

As we talked I realized she wanted many things at the same time, and that kept her in a permanent state of dissatisfaction.

Você entende, Lenu, o que acontece com as pessoas: a gente tem coisa demais por dentro, e isso nos incha, nos arrebenta.

What a complex foamy mixture a couple is. Even if the relationship shatters and ends, it continues to act in secret pathways, it doesn't die, it doesn't want to die.

Comme toujours Lila s'attribuait le devoir de me planter une aiguille dans le cÅ"ur, non pour qu'il s'arrête mais pour qu'il batte plus fort.

Deja que nos hagamos ricos sin complicarnos la vida, que ya de por sí es bastante complicada.

Amalia had the unpredictability of a splinter, I couldn't impose on her the prison of a single adjective.

Reality can't stay inside the elegant moulds of art; it always spills over, indecorously. An enemy may simply be someone who, out of a sort of emotional exhaustion, has avoided the effort, the complexity, the pleasure - all the ambiguities of friendship.

No lo sé, es difícil dar una respuesta tajante que sea cierta

As coisas mais difíceis de falar são as que nós mesmos não conseguimos entender.

How much of him would I be forced to love forever, without even realizing it, simply by virtue of the fact that I loved them? What a complex foamy mixture a couple is. Even if the relationship shatters and ends, it continues to act in secret pathways, it doesn't die, it doesn't want to die.

Las cosas más difíciles de contar son las que nosotros mismos no llegamos a comprender." —

I tend toward an expansive sentence that has a cold surface and, visible underneath it, a magma of unbearable heat. I want readers to know from the first lines what they will have to deal with.

Le cose più difficili da raccontare sono quelle che noi stessi non riusciamo a capire.

Amalia had the unpredictability of a splinter, I couldn't impose on her the prison of a single adjective.

Há momentos em que recorremos a palavras insensatas e fazemos exigências absurdas para esconder sentimentos lineares.

In what disorder we lived, how many fragments of ourselves were scattered, as if to live were to explode into splinters.

Un joven es siempre una incógnita. Matarlo es matar la posibilidad del misterio, todo lo que hubiera podido ser, su extraordinaria riqueza, su complejidad. •José Soriano Muñoz, maestro de la Escuela Wilfrido Massieu

The Ph.D is one of the chosen who know that some things can never be fathomed, no matter how hard you try. What good are explanations? There is no possibility of explaining how such a work [Mozart's Requiem, in the instance] could ever have come into being. (The same holds true for certain poems, which should not be analyzed either.)

erich therefore thinks of two kinds of women, when he thinks about women at all, which he only does, when he feels a need, which one cannot satisfy by thinking anyway.

Gender reaches into disability; disability wraps around class; class strains against abuse; abuse snarls into sexuality; sexuality folds on top of race…everything finally piling into a single human body. To write about any aspect of identity, any aspect of the body, means writing about this entire maze.

As if one could know the good a person is capable of, when one doesn't know the bad he might do.

We must not see any person as an abstraction. Instead, we must see in every person a universe with its own secrets, with its own treasures, with its own sources of anguish, and with some measure of triumph.

Essays can be such a pain! Basically, the reader isn't on your side, so you can't leave out any of the logical steps. And sometimes when a connection is delicate, the steps take too long to spell out–it just isn't possible, by the time you get to the end of the steps, the mood is lost.