Quotes About Complexity

Once you've put one of his [Henry James] books down, you simply can't pick it up again.

Man is a marvelous curiosity. When he is at his very very best he is a sort of low grade nickel-plated angel; at is worst he is unspeakable, unimaginable; and first and last and all the time he is a sarcasm. Yet he blandly and in all sincerity calls himself the noblest work of God.

Biographies are but the clothes and buttons of the man. The biography of the man himself cannot be written.

Your country and mine is an interesting one, but there is nothing there that is half so interesting as the human mind.

Every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody

Some German words are so long that they have a perspective.

Las personas son como la luna. Siempre tienen un lado oscuro que no enseñan a nadie. Mark Twain

Ka?dy czÅ'owiek jest jak Ksi??yc. Ma swojÄ… drugÄ… stronÄ™, której nie pokazuje nikomu.

Chacun de nous est une lune, avec une face cachée que personne ne voit.

There is no way of accounting for people. You have to take them as they are.

Until we come up with an unequivocal blood test or the equivalent, we're all blowing smoke and don't know if what we call schizophrenia and bipolar disorder are one disorder or a dozen.

Absolutely nothing visible to the eye provides a reason for or even evidence of those terrifying shifts which can in a matter of moments reconstitute a simple path into an extremely complicated one.

Not all complex problems have easy solutions; so says science (so warns science.)

Hopefully you'll be able to make sense of what I can represent though still fail to understand.

Okay, you can be my slave. My flying kick nicks his nose. A warning. Worse if I weren't succumbing to squeal. What a heel. I'm too multiple to feel. A fork ahead. I take both.

Do you really think the munificence of the multiverse comes translatable for your little mind? Have you ever thought to consider all that you miss whenever you're shown what is suited to your seeing?

In that peculiar contradiction that serves as connective tissue in so many relationships, it is possible to see that she loves Navidson almost as much as she has no room for him.

It is understood that the world does not want to be understood. The world would not be this world if it did.

You know this is still the simple answer. I guess the complicated one I don't feel like getting into.

I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it.

I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty and I wonder how the same can be both.

I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

There are hundreds of thoughts per every word spoken, and that's if they're spoken at all.

Everything was good. But it was awful, too.