Quotes About Complexity

Extremely large Volumes of data Extremely high Velocity of data Extremely wide Variety of data

You're brave. You're good. Why would you hesitate to explore yourself? Your dark nooks and crannies? With someone who is fascinated by the whole of you? You aren't a bad woman, merely a human one, which entails a certain amount of"—he cocked his head—"'awfulness,' as you call it.

You see a lady sitting there and she's not doing anything and you tend to forget that of course she wasn't always a little old lady. There's all this colored stuff inside her, it's all inside, bubbling.

I loved all the parts of him, even the ones I didn't understand.

He might have been a thief and a liar and a cheat, but he was a good person.

design is so important because chaos is so hard

Schon ein paar Tage konzentrierter Beobachtung genügen, um die Vorlieben und Abneigungen, Gewohnheiten und Empfindlichkeiten, Stimmtonarten und Farbschemata der Haut zu kennen, die sich um die Standarte eines Personennamens versammeln und miteinander ein Wesen formen, das 'Mensch' genannt wird, so wie große Mengen von Fischen 'Schwarm' heißen.

aquella frase de Pascal de que el corazón tiene razones que la razón no entiende.

Loving someone close-up - that was difficult.

No man of any intelligence would pretend to know a female mind.

He was a puzzle. And Hyacinth hated puzzles. Well, no, in truth she loved them. Provided, of course, that she solved them.

Mysterious creatures, women. If they could just learn to say what they meant, the world would be a far simpler place.

Las mujeres eran criaturas misteriosas. Si pudieran aprender a decir lo que realmente querían decir, el mundo sería de lejos un lugar más sencillo.

Nothing is ever as complicated as it is in one's mind.

She enjoyed all of her names, and she was proud of every last one, but the one she liked best was Lottie. Lottie. It was the simplest of the bunch, but that wasn't why she liked it. Her tastes rarely ran to the simple, after all. She liked her wigs tall and her dresses grand and she was quite certain no one in her household appreciated the complexities of music or art as keenly as she did.

For me to say that all novels in English written by Indians are all alike would be a bit like saying that all the cows in India look the same and have identical horns.

I think I'm a lot more complicated than my looks might indicate.

I can only approach things indirectly, or I can't approach them at all.

I've never bought into any sort of hard and fast, this-box/that-box characterization. People are individuals. Yes, they may be expected to be a particular way. But that doesn't mean they're going to be that way.

I like to indulge all the facets of my personality. There's none that I don't think, in a way, I would want to take away from.

Inequality is an enormously complicated thing that is both good and bad.

All living things are gnarly, in that they inevitably do things that are much more complex than one might have expected.

Countries we love will inevitably do things we don't like or fail to understand. The same goes for people.

Don't stigmatize in a rush to explain inexplicable evil.