Quotes About Complexity

But don't you find the concept of love unusual? (Alix) Not at all. Love I understand completely. It's hatred that puzzles me. I don't comprehend finding pleasure in cruelty. (Vik)

I don't like you, but I love you.

We must love, as looking one day to hate.

Because love has been so perverted, it has in many cases come to involve a measure of hatred.

I think many people have contradictions to them and I love characters that deal with those contradictions.

For God's sake stop making people in your image. Harry was real. He wasn't just your hero and my lover. He was Harry. He was in a racket. He did bad things. What about it? He was the man we knew.

What baffled him was that there should be all this fuss about something so simple as love.

I love to make even villains people you can relate to. When you find out who did it, I think you almost like the person, which is not easy to do.

She loved him, though not at this particular moment.

If it's too easy it's probably not love.

I'd love to do a movie where the monster is human, where the issue is not otherworldly, or horror or science fiction.

But love is different for every person. For some it's hate, for some it's joy, for some it's fear, for some it's jealousy, for some it's torture, for some it's peace. For some it's everything.

Words can't say this. The one word love means too little for what it is. It means everything and that is still not enough.

I think this is interesting, us human creatures are capable of love, and it's a very powerful emotion. It also can go awfully wrong.

Capacity for love in its higher forms seems to be peculiarly human although even in humans it is still peculiar.

I didn't understand, either, but love had no sense sometimes. Pondering the why of it was futile.

There's all kinds of love in the world, and not all of it looks like the stuff in greeting cards.

What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet? Love isn't the only word that fails. Hate does, too.

It is not virtue, wisdom, valour, wit, Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, That woman's love can win, or long inherit; But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit.

But she was seventeen now and not actually dumb. She knew that you could love somebody more than anything and still not love the person all that much, if you were busy with other things.

If it had and answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?

We don't stop loving people just because we hate them, but we don't stop hating them either.

Dear Hilde, if the human brain was simple enough for us to understand, we would still be so stupid that we couldn't understand it. Love, Dad.

His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.