Quotes About Complexity

I tried to write what I remembered of the day. It sounded terrible and noble all at once. But it wasn't any of those things.

I'm intrigued by how ordinary behavior exists so close beside its opposite.

It was striking, the character of destruction. It was always diverse

Men are a strange breed.

Anyone could be anyone else in most ways. Face the facts.

I don't know what makes people do what they do, or call themselves what they call themselves, only that you have to live someone's life to be the expert.

Explaining is where we all get into trouble.

It's just the South. There's no point trying to explain it.

Despite their economic advantages, specialization and globalization in some ways reduce resilience — a quality that is essential to our adapting to the end of growth.

the truth was far more complex, and ultimately far more scary. But who in this universe wants the truth?

Le progrès est toujours difficile à définir

But then that's humans for you—never can trust the stroppy fuckers to live up to the stereotypes you assign.

Yo, múltiple, como en contradicción

You can deal with the brain, as I say; it looks sensible, whereas the heart, the human heart, I'm afraid, looks a fucking mess.

Mystification is simple; clarity is the hardest thing of all.

God knows you can have complication and difficulty without any compensating depth or seriousness

Life always refused simplicity.

You realize how sympathy and antagonism can coexist. You are discovering how many seemingly incompatible emotions can thrive, side by side, in the same human heart.

Everything is connected, even the parts we don't like, especially the parts we don't like.

Every love story is a potential grief story. If not at first, then later. If not for one, then for the other. Sometimes, for both. So why do we constantly aspire to love? because love is the meeting point of truth and magic.

every relationship contains within it the ghosts, or the shadows, of all the other relationships it isn't. All the abandoned alternatives, the forgotten choices, the lives you could have led but didn't and haven't.

I wish life was like banking,' I said. 'I don't mean it's straightforward. Some of it's incredibly complicated. But you can understand it in the end, if you try hard enough. Or there's someone, somewhere, who understands it, even if only afterwards, after it's too late. The trouble with life, it seems to me, is that it can turn out to be too late and you still haven't understood it.

Well, they each seem to do one thing well enough, but fail to realize that literature depends on doing several things well at the same time.

In love, everything is both true and false; it's the one subject on which it's impossible to say anything absurd.