Quotes About Complexity

In view of this, it may seem remarkable that anything as complex as a text of Hamlet exists. The observation that Hamlet was written by Shakespeare and not some random agency only transfers the problem. Shakespeare, like everything else in the world, must have arisen (ultimately) from a homogeneous early universe. Any way you look at it, Hamlet is a product of that primeval chaos.

The most interesting thing about the world is its fantastic and unpsychoanalyzed character, its wretched and gallant personality, its horrible idiocy and its magnificent intelligence, its unbelievable cruelty and its equally unbelievable kindness, its gorilla stupor, its canary cheerfulness, its thundering divinity, and its whimpering commonness.

Van had never been difficult, and Rosey never easy, because she was a girl, a woman, her mother's daughter, another order of crature entirely, a member of another race - a lovely, irresistible, unaccountable, enchanting and difficult race.

Lidi jsou t?žký. Lidi jsou lidi. Lidi jsou zábava, hra, fantazie, kouzla a ?árymáry. Lidi miluju. Bláznivé lidi, krásné lidi, zklamané lidi, nemocné lidi, zlomené lidi, zni?ené lidi. Takové lidi miluju.

Van had never been difficult, and Rosey never easy, because she was a girl, a woman, her mother's daughter, another order of creature entirely, a member of another race - a lovely, irresistible, unaccountable, enchanting and difficult race.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.

A little more than kin, a little less than kind.

And now, tell me, for which of my bad qualities did you first fall in love with me?' 'All of them together,' she said. 'They maintained such a well organised state of evil that they wouldn't allow any good quality to intermingle with them

Who can be wise, amazed, temp'rate, and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.

Still better, and worse.

What a piece of work is man!

A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

L'amore, com'io penso, e la ingenuità d'una lingua impacciata, pur senza parlare, sanno significare molto.

No, I wasn't trying to make Nat Turner look stupid. I was trying to make him more human. More like me. Angry, impotent, confused about his own sexuality. Wait a minute, that didn't come out right. Is that microphone really on?

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How strange, she thought, that she could hate and love in the same breath.

Non complicate le cose, ci saranno già le cose a complicarsi da sole.

Not for the first time he was conscious of emotional lights and shades in his wife that could not be categorized, could not be named as sensuous or emotional as such, perhaps derived from each and gave to each but in essence grew out of a deeper fund of temperament that he still could not altogether apprehend. The simple miner's daughter was not simple in character at all.

Women never fundamentally disliked a little rough treatment. (More than one had told him it was their secret dream.)

This paper, by its very length, defends itself from ever being read.

Out of intense complexities, intense simplicities emerge