Quotes About Complexity

Combinatorics allow a finite set of simple ideas to give rise to an Infinite set of complex ones.

One may say the eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility.

People have two sides, a good side and a bad side, a past, a future. We must embrace both in someone we love.

Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.

Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.

I'm good, but I'm not an angel.

Love is a child that talks in broken language, yet then he speaks most plain.

I think that people feel they know what love means, it's probably one of the most used words in the world but has the most completely different definitions from one person to another.

Ah love is bitter and sweet, but which is more sweet the bitterness or the sweetness, none has spoken it.

The same love that made me laugh makes my cry.

I love ambiguity. People are that way. People are very hard to work out. No one is just strong or just fragile, or anything like that.

For me, love is the never-ending question. It is confusing. It is the answer, but it is also inundated with contradictions and complications.

Love is always being given where it is not required.

But love is something that has to be as selfish as it is unselfish. You can't make yourself love someone because you feel like you should. Just wanting to love someone isn't enough.

I love everything about the South; I even love hate.

Love, like life, is much stranger and far more complicated than one is brought up to believe.

I do love you. I mean, love has nothing to do with this.

Love is a drama of contradictions.

Not only is our love for our children sometimes tinged with annoyance, discouragement, and disappointment, the same is true for the love our children feel for us.

Love is a labyrinth of misunderstandings whose way out doesn't exist.

You have to love somebody that much to also hate them that much, too. (191)

Love is unpredictable and it's frustrating and it's tragic and it's beautiful.

I truly feel that there are as many ways of loving as there are people in the world and as there are days in the life of those people.

What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them?