Quotes About Complexity

like the only hummable tune in a difficult opera.

How much easier my life would be if I did not love you! I thought. How much less painful, but how much plainer. How much less color there would be in the world.

It took two," I said. "Two different people to make the Heartwood what it is. Two different experiences, grief and joy, combined. True love never has just one face, does it? It must always have two, or it isn't true love at all.

Stories are tricky things, aren't they?

Literature is unique. To understand literature, you read it with your head, but you interpret it with your heart. The two are forced to work together-and quite frankly, they often don't get along.

Does everything always have to mean something else?" I ask before we get started. Who knew that literature was so tangled and complicated? "That is a wonderful lesson, Sang Ly. Remember it." "What was it again?" I ask, not certain to what she was referring. She repeats it for me. "In literature, everything means something.

The first time you meet Winston you see all his faults," Pamela would explain years later to Edward Marsh, Churchill's private secretary, "and the rest of your life you spend in discovering his virtues.

When common sense sees a puzzling phenomenon it looks for a causal agent. When it sees organization it looks for an organizer. This works amazingly well for purposes ranging from the diagnosis of diseases to the creation of governments. But it cannot account for emergence ... the appearance of complex phenomena not predictable from the basic elements and processes alone.

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La naturaleza no sólo es armónica, sino terriblemente contradictoria y caótica

Everyone has in him something of the criminal, the genius, and the saint.

Nothing worse could happen to one than to be completely understood.

Isn't it exhausting, one could ask, this emotionally wrought involvement with so many sources, so many intimacies? For most of us it would be. But it is this novelist's heart, this writer's strange and insatiable passion for observation, for describing in all of its spectacular complexity the bewildering and plentiful world, that raises this brilliant and unruly book from its time, and makes it a classic of cultural journalism.

The penis, often regarded as a weapon, is also a burden, the male curse.

Leaving people to jumped conclusions is sometimes simpler than explaining a complicated truth

Life is a big fat gigantic stinking mess, that's the beauty of it, too.

You win some, you lose some. And sometimes you win and lose at the same time. Life's a bloody cockup.

Love is a bitch.

Life is this big, fat, gigantic stinking mess. That's fhe beauty of it too.

I should be elated. I should be relieved. But, weirdly, all I feel is let down. Beacuse this matters to me now. And something tells me if it matters, maybe it shouldn't be easy.

There is so much to say. It is like shoving all the sand of the world into an hourglass. Or trying to get it out.

I look at Ben now. And again I wonder how it is that we can feel so many of the same things and be so utterly different.

Complicated and confused in a wholly fucked-up way is a good way to describe it. But maybe that's just how love is.