Quotes About Complexity

If everything isn't black and white I say why the hell not.

Simplicity may be simple, but like complexity it requires linguistic precision, and may therefore call for relatively obscure expressions at times.

I hate and I love, Catullus said, speaking of that Clodia Pulcher whose family caused so much difficulty in Rome, even in our time and long after her death. It is not enough; but what better way might we begin to discover that self which is never wholly pleased or displeased with what the world offers?

Edith smiled at him with a curious mixture of fondness and contempt.

I'm quite sure there is a simple way. The trouble is that simple ways so often come out of such complicated research.

There was the feeling, too, that she no longer belonged – that she had become a stranger in another people's world. It had all altered so much; first changing into a place that it was difficult to understand, then growing so much more complex that one gave up trying to understand. No wonder, she thought, that the old become possessive about things; cling to objects which link them with the world that they could understand…

Sospecho que alguna vez oyó decir a alguien que la verdad nunca es simple y de ello dedujo que todo aquello que no es simple tiene que ser vedad a la fuerza.

the more complex they made their world, the less capable they were of dealing with it. They had no means of consensus. They learnt to co-operate constructively in small units; but only destructively in large units. They aspired greedily, and then refused to face the responsibilities they had created. They created vast problems, and then buried their heads in the sands of idle faith.

Suppose a surgeon and an anesthesiologist could not communicate with each other except through a hospital administrator about a patient on an operating table, he said. "Instead of [an] exchange of information [among] people who are attempting to accomplish a result . . . , we have made it virtually impossible." Olson went on, "In order to connect the dots someone has got to have knowledge of those various different dots.

I don't recognise any of my emotions any more. There's no such thing as plain joy or grief. It's horror and relief and panic and gratitude all jumbled together.

People are complicated. There is so much more to everybody than you realise.

Las personas somos complicadas. Hay mucho más en nuestro interior de lo que se percibe a simple vista.

what the magazines called blended families, because that made step-parents and step-brothers and step-sisters sound sweet, like a smoothie rather than something out of the Brothers Grimm.

Human nature. I don't like human nature, but I do like human beings.

A strange marriage that had been, though most marriages appear strange to spectators.

the human is sometimes as inscrutable, as inexplicable, as the supernatural.

If we describe someone we dislike intensely, a single state-ment usually does it. But if, instead, we are forced to describe the person in great detail, eventually there will be some quality we appreciate.

The Medusa and the Snail,

Then, just when it seemed that only the barest of bugs survived, there would be a new version of the software. And with that, a fresh opportunity for introducing bugs.

How can your worst nightmare also be your wildest dream?" -Maisie

There's the ambiguity of human relationships, for instance. A relationship between two people, just like a sequence of words, is ambiguous if it is open to different interpretations. And if two people do have differing views about their relationship - I don't just mean about its state, I mean about its very nature - then that difference can affect the entire course of their lives.

eso era lo que a mí me caía gordo de la vida carnal, no sé si te pasó, que a veces se acomodaba de tal manera que no entendías ni madres, a poco no

She was everything he'd ever wanted in a woman, and nothing he'd ever thought to find in a lady.

Grace had so many complexities, so many layers and feelings, and thoughts ... he would happily spend his life trying to unwrap her. Thinking about it, he tore a strip off the hem of her gown. 'What on earth are you going to do with that?' Without answering, he put a knee forward onto the bed, making certain he knew precisely where she was. The last thing he wanted was to land on her like a felled tree.