Quotes About Complexity

An amazing thing, the human brain. Capable of understanding incredibly complex and intricate concepts. Yet at times unable to recognize the obvious and simple

The law is so complex and voluminous that no one, not even the most knowledgeable lawyer, can understand it all. Moreover, lawyers and legal scholars have not gone out of their way to make the law accessible to the ordinary person. Just the opposite: Legal professionals, like the priests of some obscure religion, too often try to keep the law mysterious and inaccessible.

The right abstractions can reduce complexity; however, it's often unclear which abstraction within a test will provide the most value to the team.

Olumsuzlama dünyan?n en basit ÅŸeyidir. Bu yüzden hedefte anlaÅŸamayan büyük kitleler burda buluÅŸur.

Beyond the end: the only unrestricted view. Running after your shadow: the only way out from perpetual motion. Dispersing the viewpoints: the only solution to the squaring of the circle. His hypocritical air derived from the fact that he suffered simultaneously from an inferiority and a superiority complex towards himself. The principle of insufficient reason: the only things that really take place are those which do not have sufficient reason to do so.

We are simplified by technical manipulation. And this manipulation goes off on a crazy course when we reach digital manipulation

if you approach this society with the nuances of moral, aesthetic, or critical judgment , you will miss its originality, which comes from its defying judgment ...

Never would the humanities or psychoanalysis have existed if it had been miraculously possible to reduce man to his "rational" behaviors. The whole discovery of the psychological, whose complexity can extend ad-infinitum, comes from nothing but the impossibility of exploiting to death (the workers), of incarcerating to death (the detained), of fattening to death (the animals).

Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.

A picture neither saddening nor gladdening I fear; neither beautiful nor ugly.

No matter how good somebody's life looks from the outside, you can be sure there's something about it you wouldn't want to have in your life.

Dans un roman tout s'explique, même le plus mystérieux, surtout le plus mystérieux; non seulement il s'éclaire, mais il éclaire tout le reste. Dans la vie de la route, le plus simple reste mystérieux.

They were soft-centered, emotional beings wrapped in a terrified carapace, that even though they might appear rational and collected on paper, so focused that you wanted to marvel at their promise and maturity, they were lurching, turbulent muddles of conflict in their three-dimensional lives...the creative ones were desperately afraid they were talentless, and the intellectuals deeply suspected they weren't brilliant, and that every single one of them felt ugly and stupid and utterly fake.

There are neither good or bad colonialist: there are colonialists.

Satin skin, silk hair, velvet eyes, sawdust heart - all complete.

What you take to be hyprocrisy is sometimes a certain caution, sometimes genuine, though ponderous, childish, sometimes a mixture of both.

Why did you love her?' 'Well,' I say, 'what a question, anyway!' How on earth can you say why you love people? You might as well say you know where the lightning is going to strike.

Vous voulez que je sois sincère, répliquai-je, et vous voulez en même temps que je n'aie pas à rougir de moi. Comment ne voyez-vous pas que tout sentiment profond a des ramifications devant lesquelles on reste effrayé?

Interesting people always have a past.

They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?

Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently. Some people say there are true things to be found, some people say all kinds of things can be proved. I don't believe them. The only thing for certain is how complicated it all is, like string full of knots. It's all there but hard to find the beginning and impossible to fathom the end. The best you can do is admire the cat's cradle, and maybe knot it up a bit more.

I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don't have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over you.

Only a fool tries to reconstruct a bunch of grapes from a bottle of wine.

Life has never been All or Nothing- it's All and Nothing. Forget the binaries.