Quotes About Complexity

You know one me. Just like I know one you. But you can't know every me, Evan. And I can't know every you.

Maybe relationships could have fractals, too. And maybe the sense of loss was when you're becoming a fractal of what you once were to each other.

We all contain mysteries, especially when seen from the outside.

Either way, you were connected. By your desires. By your defiance. By the simple, complicated fact of who you were.

I had forgotten this about love: how the simple things- the turn away, the turn towards- could be so complicated, and how the complicated things- the stolen night, the right words- could be so simple.

That's not how I'd planned it to be. How did you plan it to be? I ask, not to be snarky but because I am genuinely curious. I planned it to be a million different things, he replies. And in the end, I couldn't figure which one it should be.

I guess I don't believe these thing can ever be easy, although I also don't see why they have to be hard.

Like everyone else, Avery considers his inner world to be a scary, convoluted, inscrutable place. It is one thing to show someone your best, cleanest version. It's quite another to make him aware of your deeper, jagged self.

If there was no one else involved, it would be an easy choice. But isn't that always the case? And there's always someone else involved.

Can you like someone who confuses the hell out of you? All the fucking time.

It's not the easy things that let you get to know a person. Know, and love.

What do I know about love? Not much - that's the safe answer.

Intentar escribir sobre el amor es, en última instancia, lo mismo que intentar que un diccionario represente la vida. No importa cuántas palabras contenga, nunca serán suficientes.

I mean, certainly, not everyone sucks in the same way, and not everyone sucks equally, but everyone sucks at least a little.

Most of the time, I feel like a perpetual smudge. My lines all curve. I tend to connect the wrong dots.

Love is so painful,how could you ever wish it on anybody?And love is so essential,how could you ever stand in it's way?

it doesn't feel good or bad just a buzz of different.

Now I know: Love isn't so straightforward. It's never a matter of telling yourself to do it and doing it. It's never a matter of someone else telling you to do it and doing it. It can't exist between two people if they can't also feel it exist outside of them, too. It can involve hurt, but it shouldn't make you hurt all the time. Then it's not love. It's a trap disguised as love. -Rhiannon

Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it's trying to teach us a lesson, that we can always be two things at once.

All the other things I am - they're too complicated. I can feel them lying in wait, planning their return.

We are not supposed to comprehend something like this

Supongo que no creo que estas cosas puedan ser fáciles, aunque tampoco veo por qué tendrían que ser difíciles.

I mean, what if love isn't a yes-or-no question? It's not either you're in love or you're not.

A lot of the time, love feels like it's about figuring out what the other person wants and giving it over. Sometimes that's impossible. But sometimes it's pretty simple.