Quotes About Complexity

I try to cry, and can't, but even with dry eyes it's all so confusing.

The tantalizing aroma of chocolate involves more than three hundred chemical compounds and the flavor can have more than five hundred components.

For me, love is the never-ending question. It is confusing. It is the answer, but it is also inundated with contradictions and complications.

There are truths so prosaic, so dense, so dull, that one can hardly state them without suggesting the idea of something subtler or more interesting beyond.

Journalism — a profession whose business it is to explain to others what it personally does not understand.

I have so many other interests: Writing, acting, directing, real life, I need little pieces of it all to satisfy me. The thirst is deep and I am complicated.

What did I think of him? I, who'd worked with him hand-in-glove longer than all the rest, and who knew him better than anyone -- including Mrs. Blackthorne? He was a first-class son of a bitch. But how many men have you known who were first in their class at anything?

We are one of many appearances of the thing called Life; we are not its perfect image, for it has no image except Life, and life is multitudinous and emergent in the stream of time.

Right. Sometimes the questions are complicated, and the answers are simple.

I'm no good at being good.

Men are the inferior sex. Adam was made first, and the first effort is always the simpler and cruder one, non? With the second, one refines.

Razum joj je govorio da za njegovo ponašanje mora postojati nekakav glup, tipi?no muški razlog koji ?e ona prije ili kasnije razumijeti, i da ?e se pokazati kako sve to nije imalo nikakve veze s pokušajem da joj povrijedi osje?aje, ili da u?ini da se osjeti neželjenom, ili poduzme da je obuzmu bilo kakve druge mra?ne primisli kakve je trenuta?no proživljavala.

Dating was so much easier when we were younger because we all spoke the same cryptic code and understood the rules of engagement. "Shelly, ask Suzie to ask Mary to ask Mike to ask Billy if he likes me. But tell her not to let him know that I like him. Well OK, she can tell Billy that I like him, but not that I like him, like him."

it's our honesty with ourselves that helps us make sense of our lives with all of their nuances and complexity. Repress those thoughts, and you'll likely behave "badly." Acknowledge them, and you'll grow.

Because therapists know that at first, each patient is simply a snapshot, a person captured in a particular moment. It's like a photo of you taken from an unfortunate angle and with a sour expression on your face. There might also be a photo in which you're glowing, caught opening a present or mid-laugh with a lover. Both are you in that fraction of time, and neither is you in your entirety.

If I had to describe what love meant, really, not in the abstract or the sentimental or the way I'd imagined it before, that I'd say it was completely irrational, made up of so many opposites, the kind that couldn't exist without the other: bliss and sadness, courage and fear, adoration and disgust.

What is it with us?

After high school, he'd purposefully gone for the sweet, girl-next-door type, because it would never last. Not when deep deep down he craved the edgy, tough, would-take-on-the-world-if-she-had-to type.

He had no idea what it was about her that got beneath his guard, and he couldn't quite say he liked it, but somehow he liked her, which couldn't be good for either of them.

I think of my work as this kind of holy trinity — funny, dirty, sad. It's really easy to be funny. You get a lot of funny people in a room, the show is funny. It's really easy to do sad, you just put on some sad music and write dramatically — everybody can do that. It's really hard to get dirty right.

You know how confusing the whole good-evil concept is for me.

Gruff," I said, "I find myself largely clueless about why mortal women do what they do. It will take a wiser man than me to understand what's in a fae woman's mind.

As a whole, people suck. But a person can be extraordinary

She studied my face for a long minute. Are you going to help my mom? It was a simple question. But how do you tell a child that things just aren't that simple, that some questions don't have simple answers--or any answer at all?