Quotes About Complexity

I want to know more about true, complete people, not dirty scraps of humans.

I am a little too much, and he is a little too little. I am a thornbush, bristling from the overattention of my parents, and he is a man of a million little fatherly stab wounds, and my thorns fit perfectly into them.

Good Lord, I hated her, but you had to admire the bitch.

As a man, I had been my most impressive when I loved her – and I was my next best self when I hated her.

We complete each other in the nastiest, ugliest possible way.

We're all bitches in the end, aren't we...

Sometimes I feel it's his personal game, that he's in some sort of undeclared contest for impenetrability.

She's a good girl (for a cunt).

Su cerebro es tan complejo que nunca trabaja únicamente a un nivel. Es como un yacimiento arqueológico interminable: cuando crees que has alcanzado la última capa y dejas caer el pico por última vez, descubres que hay otra mina entera debajo. Con un laberinto de túneles y pozas sin fondo.

Je suis un peu trop, et il n'est pas tout à fait assez. Je suis un buisson d'épines, hérissée par l'excès d'attention de mes parents, et il est transpercé d'un million de petits coups de poignards paternels. Mes épines logent parfaitement dans ses cicatrices.

I don't even want to ask," he said. "You two are the most fucked-up people I have ever met, and I specialize in fucked-up people.

Tutto troppo semplice, come avremmo capito molti anni dopo. Lentamente, e con fatica, avremmo scoperto che il mondo non era esattamente a due colori, ma che in mezzo ci poteva stare un'infinità di sfumature.

Oh, 'twould be marvelous if the world and its moral questions were like some game board, with plain black players and white, and fixed rules, and nary a shade of grey.

If brains were glazier's putty, he couldn't weatherproof a windowless room.

Just like that chicken coop, everything got four sides: his side, her side, an outside, and an inside. All of it is the truth.

They were hard-edged, soft-centered, brutally demanding, and easily pleased, these women of Brewster Place.

Sometimes I think the only real division into two is between people who divide everything into two and those who don't.

Dark hair, olive skin, handsome features. It always made Amy guilty to find him good-looking. Ian Kabra.

The answer to growing complexity in the social sphere is renewed efforts at participation by each one of us, or else a progressive decline of inert and unquestioning masses submitting to government by an elite which will have little regard for the ultimate interest of the common man.

Realizing the extent to which people in the past struggled with circumstances that they scarcely understood is perhaps the most important insight flowing from historical study. To understand the past in all its complexity is to acquire historical wisdom and humility and indeed a tragic sense of life. A tragic sense does not mean a sad or pessimistic sense of life; it means a sense of the limitations of life.

Nothing human is finally calculable; even to ourselves we are strange.

There is no such thing as a homosexual or a heterosexual person. There are only homo- or heterosexual acts. Most people are a mixture of impulses if not practices.

They say that to know oneself is to know all there is that is human. But of course no one can ever know himself. Nothing human is fully calculable; even to ourselves we are strange.

Like the rest of us, Constantius was many men in the body of one.