Quotes About Complexity

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

She didn't love him and he didn't love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight.

No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.

Ah, men", I say. "A mystery" "Wrapped in sharp spikes," Seema continues. "And covered in chocolate," I finish Page 70

But more important, he also spotted an encrypted block of code that turned out to be Stuxnet's mother lode—a large .DLL file (dynamic link library) that contained about three dozen other .DLLs and components inside, all wrapped together in layers of encryption like Russian nesting dolls.

She was not a nice person, but she cleaned up the floor. She was not a nice person, but she bandaged my foot in a white piece of cloth, and gave us two of her own clean shirts to wear.

For me, I am left leaning when it comes to health and education, on the right when it comes to defense. So I don't know where I come on the political spectrum. And I think this the challenge that a lot of Jordanians have to deal with.

Incomprehensible jargon is the hallmark of a profession.

Never again would he know love for a human being that wasn't adulterated by another, contradictory emotion.

But so fluid a thing was love.It wasn't firm,he was learning, it wasn't a scripture;it was a wobbliness that lent itself to betrayal,taking the mold of whatever he poured he poured it into.And in fact,it was difficult to keep from pouring it into numerous vessels.It could be used for all kinds of purposes....He wished it were a constraint.It was truly beginning to frighten him.

Making everything easy to change, makes the entire system very complex...

It's hard for me to see characters as villains... just heroes with competing agendas.

política cuántica», que describe cómo el mundo clásico de la física postnewtoniana (lineal, predecible y, hasta cierto punto, incluso determinista) había dado paso al mundo cuántico: altamente interconectado e incierto, increíblemente complejo y también cambiante en función de la posición del observador.

The complex human brain is a fascinating domain. A skull has around 1.4 kilograms of cells, including over 80 billion neurons connected in over 100 trillion ways. If each of the 7.4 billion people living on earth knew everyone else, understanding their social relationships would be simplistic compared to understanding the pattern-making potential of the human brain.

Now, faced with a combination of increased complexity and hyper-specialization, we are at a point where the desire for purposeful engagement is becoming a major issue.

Globalization is a fact of life. But I believe we have underestimated its fragility.

Scientists tell us that the world of nature is so small and interdependent that a butterfly flapping its wings in the Amazon rainforest can generate a violent storm on the other side of the earth. This principle is known as the "Butterfly Effect." Today, we realize, perhaps more than ever, that the world of human activity also has its own "Butterfly Effect" for better or for worse.

Humans are so wonderful. [Alucard Hellsing]

Yes, just like those flowers. There's something strained, but there's beauty in that. Something like that

Did you notice that trials do not test our character, they test our faith? Faith is fundamentally a relational term—it is not first a matter of what you believe, but of whom you trust. The battle for our trust is as old as Adam and Eve. In the midst of battle, it can seem so complex, but when the dust settles and the smoke clears, the real war is always over the same question—whom will we believe? Whom will we listen to, God or the devil?

I can disagree with your opinion, it turns out, but I can't disagree with your experience. And once I have a sense of your experience, you and I are in relationship, acknowledging the complexity in each other's position, listening less guardedly. The difference in our opinions will probably remain intact, but it no longer defines what is possible between us.

I'm strangely comforted when I hear from scientists that human beings are the most complex creatures we know of in the universe, still, by far. Black holes are in their way explicable; the simplest living being is not. I lean a bit more confidently into the experience that life is so endlessly perplexing. I love that word. Spiritual life is a way of dwelling with perplexity—taking it seriously, searching for its purpose as well as its perils, its beauty as well as its ravages.

Sometimes one wise voice that has been in the world for a while and evolved, lived the same human drama from a few different angles, can provide more nuance than any two-sided debate.

Too many things to say. Too many things unsaid.