Quotes About Complexity

It's only in mediocre books that people are divided into two camps and have nothing to do with each other. In real life everything gets mixed up! Don't you think you'd have to be a hopeless nonentity to play only one role all your life, to have only one place in society, always to stand for the same thing?

That's the strange thing about love. One minute you can have your tongue up someone's arse, and the next you can't even communicate.

All men are mad in some way or the other;

The walls were hung with a series of gigantic paintings in gilded frames of great complexity, all depicting the city of Venice, but the day was overcast, a cold stormy rain had set in, and Venice – that city built of equal parts of sunlit marble and sunlit sea – was drowned in a London gloom.

But though he had no striking vices, his virtues were perhaps almost as hard to define.

Perhaps that is what it is like being with other people. Perhaps even people you like and admire immensely can make you see the World in ways you would rather not.

Can human beings love each other? Must we always love an image we've labored over secretly, never love the living soul with all its mire and murk?

Perché per amare qualcosa, bisogna prima conoscerla. Può la complessità di un uomo giungere a conoscere la complessità di un altro uomo? La risposta è evidente: assolutamente no. Dunque non si può amare davvero perché non si può conoscere veramente.

He was so easygoing, she forgot he could be deadly. And startling as his anger was, it gave her another key to understanding him.

Lady Anne Bishop, he was coming to realize to his growing delight, was far more complex than he'd anticipated. Each moment the plans he'd worked out to win her needed to be modified and adapted as he learned something new about her.

Feathers are among the most complex structural organs found in nature. Nothing of comparable dimension is stronger. They are made of keratin, the same as a human's fingernails, a horse's hooves, and a rhino's horn—but the keratin in feathers, due to a difference in molecular structure, is even tougher.

We will never be together. Sweetheart. I am too brittle, hidden, and snappish, and you are too married. You are altogether too married.

I won't lie. I want to beat the hell out of any man who's had you—you'd be smart to keep them the hell away from me—but nothing in your past can change how I feel about you. And God knows I'm no saint.

I don't believe I will ever understand men. The more I learn about them, the less they make sense

I was dying to see how the rest of the night would go, how many more sides of Gideon I'd get to discover. Because I loved this side of the man as much as I loved the powerful businessman in the suit and the dominant lover in my bed and the broken child who couldn't hide his tears and the tender partner who held me when I cried.

He'd never been loved. It was as simple-and complicated-as that. Gideon? Hmm? I pulled back to look at him. Reaching up, I traced the bold arch of his bow. I love you.

He was a man who wanted no complications with his sex and I was a woman who found sex complicated

The simple fact was, Gideon and I were the best and worst things that had ever happened to each other

Please don't expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand. (This quote is probably wrongly attributed to Sylvia Plath)

How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?

You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?

I am both worse and better than you thought.

She looks like a woman who has found it ridiculous to commit herself to a single emotional stance in anything, but must always ride high heavy irony.

My biggest trouble is that people look at me and think that no serious trouble has ever troubled my little head. They seldom realize the chaos that seethes behind my exterior. As for the who Am I, what am I angle...that will preoccupy me till the day I die.