Quotes About Complexity

People are weird, Atlanta thinks. Everybody's someone different than you suspect.

Maybe the hardest lesson Han had learned was that nobody is purely bad or good. Everybody seemed to be a mixture of both.

Maybe the hardest lesson Han had learned was that nobody is purely bad or good. Everybody seemed to be a mixure of both.

There was something savage and elemental and feral in him. The fact that he was a savant only added to the intrigue. I always go for the dangerous boys, Leesha thought.

We're all dangerous in our own way, I guess.

Tal vez la lección más dura que Han había aprendido era que nadie es totalmente bueno o malo. Todo el mundo es una mezcla de ambas cosas.

But even a thornbush grows a flower sometimes. And sometimes the loveliest flower has poison at its heart.

Without illusions. I love you because you are fallible and because your poor misguided testosterone-corrupted brain has you doing cartwheels trying not to be. I love you because of all you are and because of all you're not. And because, no matter what, you are all the man I'll ever need.

Many ideas and habits we thought we had because we were good or bad, smart or dumb, crazy or sane—or because our parents were—are simply the result of subtle distinctions between brains. If my brain works differently from your brain, then some things that are easy for me may be hard for you and vice versa without either of us being stupid, lazy, or crazy.

I have followed only one idea all the way--the idea that everything man achieves necessarily turns against him.

Si prefiero las mujeres a los hombres es porque ellas tienen la ventaja de ser mas desequilibradas, es decir, mas complicadas, mas perspicaces y mas cínicas, por no hablar de esta misteriosa superioridad que confiere una esclavitud milenaria

I figure that the degree of difficulty in combining two lives ranks somewhere between rerouting a hurricane and finding a parking place in downtown Manhattan.

but I believe she loved me too, in her own, warped way.

Call me the stereotype, then, but what you don't know is that there's more to me than meets the eye. I can be reasonable-girl. I can be reliable-girl. I can be contented-girl, even. I refuse to fit into any set category, so don't even try to stick a label on me because it'll never fully describe who I am. You

And Derek was... what? A pair of dark eyes that hid more than they revealed and some broad shoulders and a mouth that could be cold and thin and then suddenly widen into a generous grin just when you thought such a thing was impossible.

People are the world's strangest creature.

I really like things I don't understand: when I read a thing I don't understand I feel a sweet and abysmal vertigo.

In no sense an intellectual, I write with my body. And what I write is like a dank haze. The words are sounds transfused with shadows that intersect unevenly, stalactites, woven lace, transposed organ music. I can scarcely invoke the words to describe this pattern, vibrant and rich, morbid and obscure, its counterpoint the deep bass of sorrow.

No fundo ela não passara de uma caixinha de música meio desafinada.

Her brown eyes were untranslatable…She was made entirely of a sweetness bordering on tears.

Understand me: I write you an onomatopoeia, convulsion of language.

But I've never known what to do with people and the things I like, sometimes they weigh me down, ever since I was a girl.

My truest life is unrecognizable, extremely interior and there is not a single word that defines it.

El día que el ser humano se hizo una pregunta sobre sí mismo, entonces se convirtió en el más ininteligible de los seres por donde circulaba la sangre.