Quotes About Complexity

I like difficulty. It's what makes my job fun.

Whatever the surface appearances, most human beings come equipped with convoluted emotional machinery. With intimacy, the wreckage starts to show, damage rendered in the course of passions colliding like freight trains on the same track.

While I'm not a big fan of nature, its intractability amuses me to no end. (Kinsey Millhone)

So far, I felt like I had a lapful of confetti and the notion of piecing it all together to make a picture seemed very remote indeed.

Law and order, punishment and fair play, are all on a continuum where there are far more gray stretches than there are black and white.

People say love gets fouled by a difference big as ours. I didn't know for sure whether Miss Sarah's feelings came from love or guilt. I didn't know whether mine came from love or a need to be safe. She loved me and pitied me. And I loved her and used her. It never was a simple thing. That day, our hearts were pure as they ever would get.

I marveled at how mixed up people got when it came to love. I myself, for instance. It seemed like I was now thinking of Zach forty minutes out of every hour, Zach, who was an impossibility. That's what I told myself five hundred times: impossibility. I can tell you this much: the word is a great big log throw on the fires of love.

I didn't know for sure whether Miss Sarah's feelings came from love or guilt. I didn't know whether mine came from love or a need to be safe. She loved me and pitied me. And I loved her and used her. It never was a simple thing.

It was foolish to think some things were beyond happening, even being attracted to Negroes. I'd honestly thought such a thing couldn't happen, the way water could not run uphill or salt could not taste sweet. A law of nature. Maybe it was a simple matter of being attracted to what I couldn't have.

She loved me and pitied me. And I loved her and used her. It never was a simple thing. That day, our hearts were pure as they ever would get.

That's a millstone for you," I told her, "I'm sorry," and the minute it left my mouth, I knew it was coming from the true mind that was me, not the mind for the master to see. I was sorry for her. Sarah had jimmied herself into my heart, but at the same time, I hated the eggshell color of her face, the helpless way she looked at me all the time. She was kind to me and she was part of everything that stole my life.

struggling to compress the vastness of what I felt into words.

It was something of a wonder to discover that the human Jesus has so many different faces and that people, even historical Jesus scholars, tend to view him through the lens of their own needs and proclivities. For some he's a political activist. For others, a miracle worker. He's viewed as rabbi, social prophet, religious reformer, wisdom teacher, nonviolent revolutionary, philosopher, feminist, apocalyptic preacher, and on and on.

I am the first and the last I am she who is honored and she who is mocked I am the whore and the holy woman I am the wife and the virgin I am the mother and the daughter I am she . . . Do not be afraid of my power . . . I am the knowledge of my name I am the name of the sound and the sound of the name THE THUNDER: PERFECT MIND

Las notas musicales son sólo cinco, pero sus melodías son tan numerosas que no podemos oírlas todas. Los colores primarios son sólo cinco, pero sus combinaciones son tan infinitas que no podemos verlas todas. Los gustos son sólo cinco, pero sus mezclas son tan variadas que no podemos saborearlas todas.

Notalar beÅŸi geçmez, ama beÅŸ notan?n bileÅŸimleri duyulmad?k melodiler yarat?r. Renkler beÅŸi geçmez, ama beÅŸ rengin bileÅŸimleri görülmedik renkler yarat?r. Tatlar beÅŸi geçmez, ama beÅŸ tad?n bileÅŸimleri tad?lmad?k tatlar yarat?r.

But while it's tempting to project onto dolphins all the superpowers we wish we had ourselves, I knew (on an intellectual level, anyway), that these were creatures who have it in them to be cranky and withdrawn and have their own version of a bad day.

Girls are complicated. They rarely love each other without also hating each other.

Every human being who loves another loves imperfection, for there is no perfect being on this earth--nothing is so simple as that.

How many selves do we contain, like Russian dolls concealed within one another.

There were some things I could never begin to know about.

Why does no one ever admit that hatred and love can exist side by side, each emotion genuine but only one ever acknowledged as real?

She is, like anyone worth knowing, many things at once.

Well? Marsha asked when Charity had left. A single word with a thousand meanings, Josh thought grimly. What was it about women and language? They could make a man squirm without putting much effort into the task. A skill he both admired and feared.