Quotes About Complexity

The sexual life of adult women is a "dark continent" for psychology.

Chaos is complexity viewed through a reductionist filter.

Life is easy greediness adds complexity

Z morderstwem jest jak z ?yciem; i jedno, i drugie jest nieprzewidywalne.

Bleak House is just the most astounding piece of work. There's huge, visionary poetry in it.

Maths is one of the purest forms of thought, and to outsiders mathematicians may seem almost other-worldly.

You can't explain love" he said out loud. "That's how it gets ruined.

The English language was spoken and written—but at the time of Shakespeare it was not defined, not fixed. It was like the air—it was taken for granted, the medium that enveloped and defined all Britons. But as to exactly what it was, what its components were—who knew?

I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.

Why shouldn't I be introspective? We dont' make sense." "Neither do Chocolate and Peanut Butter, but it somehow works." He says "Somehow the mixture of two things is genius.

Unfortunately, real life can't be wrapped up with a nice little bow.

True love is one of the challenging puzzles in life.

A camel is a horse designed by committee.

Quite apart from the prestige of technology, people do, after all, prefer a simple idea to a complex one.

Where government is impossible, politics is impossible.

To explain all nature is too difficult a task for any one man or even for any one age

There exists a great chasm between those, on one side, who relate everything to a single central vision ... and, on the other side, those who pursue many ends, often unrelated and even contradictory ... The first kind of intellectual and artistic personality belongs to the hedgehogs, the second to the foxes.

And it will fall out as in a complication of diseases, that by applying a remedy to one sore, you will provoke another and that which removes the one ill symptom produces others

O, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive!

a sense that even if every scrap of a life were saved, thrown into a giant mound and then carefully sifted to extract all possible meaning, it would not add up to a life.

In the past I had given myself up to ephemeral pleasures, falling into bed with near strangers, and had no regrets. But those encounters had been simple. With George, I was lost - like a person in another country who can't read the signs. And George had taken the advantage. By claiming that I, unlike he, was intelligible - an open book - he had made me vulnerable.

But don't you think that everybody is finally the same in the most essential ways? Some lives are probably much duller than others, but it's impossible to know how people live inside themselves, isn't it? I mean, a life could seem boring on the outside and be tumultuous within. Isn't cruelty more contemptible than ordinariness?

Of course, such a moment isn't easy to analyze because every social encounter is laden with the unsaid and the unseen.

I'm sure that my dreams of maleness are least partly about escaping the cultural expectation that burden femininity, but I also think they are something more complex, that the dreams recognize a truth that there is a man in me as well as a woman and that this duality is in fact part of being human, but not one that is always easy to reconcile.