Quotes About Complexity

Were the universe, for example, like a huge impervious reservoir of some simple gas, where nothing rested but nothing changed, where amid all the hurry and bustle of colliding atoms no new thing was ever born, nor any old thing ever perished, we might find in it admirable illustrations of natural law, but no hints, so far as I can see, of purpose or design. Nor is the case really mended if, instead of thus artificially simplifying inanimate nature, we consider it in all its concrete complexity.

Human beings today ... are surrounded by huge institutions we can never penetrate.

In a real war, no one knew which side he was on, and there were no flags or commentators or winners.

Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.

The whole woman nature stands before you; all look at her, but none can interpret her thoughts. But for you, the eye is more or less dimmed, wide-opened or closed; the lid twitches, the eyebrow moves; a wrinkle, which vanishes as quickly as a ripple on the ocean, furrows her brow for one moment; the lip tightens, it is slightly curved or it is wreathed with animation—for you the woman has spoken.

The most virtuous women have in them something that is never chaste.

Though the great things of life are simple to understand and easy to express, the littlenesses require a vast number of details to explain them.

Was that what it means to be an adult, to live with ugly ambiguities?

Non ero triste per qualcosa in particolare, piangevo per tante cose insieme.

Es war mir unmöglich, die wahre Bedeutung dieser Melancholie zu begreifen, die seine Persönlichkeit prägte und deren Schattenspiel mich faszinierte.

Pero mi vida existe, con toda certeza. Deformada, exhausta, débil, llena de complejos de culpa, pero existe. Y esto es algo maravilloso que, en cualquier momento, sobrepasa mis emociones

Until Eriko's death my relationship with Yuichi had been laughing and carefree, but under the surface it had been growing more and more complicated. The times of great happiness and great sorrow were too intense; it was impossible to reconcile them with the routine of daily life.

Era come se tutte le cose che vedevo fossero coperte da un filtro e io non riuscissi a pensare a niente in modo semplice e diretto. Ero stata catturata dal potere di quella notte.

To the extent that I had come to understand that despair does not necessarily result in annihilation, that one can go on as usual in spite of it, I had become hardened. Was that what it means to be an adult, to live with ugly ambiguities?

But I have my life, I'm living it. It's twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there's something there.

Each one of us continues to carry the heart of each self we've ever been, at every stage along the way, and a chaos of everything good and rotten. And we have to carry this weight all alone, through each day that we live. We try to be as nice as we can to the people we love, but we alone support the weight of ourselves.

Nothing is black and white, and there is no purity and there is no such thing has justice.

Ambiguity is the essence of Irish writing, I think.

Ask anyone what she means when she says 'God' and chances are that you will learn a lot more about that person than you will learn about God.

This is good, and all good things cast shadows.

Her face worked in an odd way, like knitting coming undone.

was unfathomable. But really, it wasn't. And that made it worse somehow.

I just meant this stuff with me is different . And I definitely wouldn't call it regular bullying." "So what would you call it, then?" I opened my mouth to answer. But I didn't have any words. Because all the words I could think of— bullying, teasing, flirting —seemed too simple, too small, to hold all the hurt I was feeling.

There was certainly more to him than