Quotes About Complexity

Don't get involved in partial problems, but always take flight to where there is a free view over the whole single great problem, even if this view is still not a clear one.

someone who could love so hard and so well could also hate, and hurt, as deeply

There were some feelings that just didn't have words big enough to describe them.

Frankly, people don't make sense to me.

Frankly, people don't make sense to me.' I nod in agreement. 'Frankly, people don't make sense to me either,' I say.

I do know that there are some things, though, that occur without a direct line of antecedents.

The weapons a writer has at her disposal are flawed. There are words that feel shapeless and overused. Love, for example.I could write the word love a thousand times and it would mean a thousand different things to different readers. What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet? Love isn't the only word that fails. Hate does, too.

Nobody's all good or all bad. They just get painted that way.

I'm the kind of person you want to kill.

It's easy to say you will do what's right and shun what's wrong, but when you get close enough to any given situation, you realize that there is no black or white. There are gradations of gray.

But gender isn't simple, much as some might want it to be. The fact that it's complicated—that there's a whole spectrum of ways of being in the world—is what makes it a blessing.

The weapons an author has at her disposal are flawed.. There are words that feel shapeless and overused. Love, for example. I could write the word love a thousand times and it would mean a thousand different things to different readers. What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet? Love isn't the only word that fails. Hate does, too.

She did not understand this but then there was much in the world she did not understand. Raw love, like raw heartache could blindside you. It could make you forget what you did not know to focus exclusively on those few pieces you could commit to heart.

I believe in Hell . . . but it's here on earth." He shakes his head. "Good people and bad people. As if it were this easy. Everyone is both of these at once.

Love was supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it fell apart at the details.

sometimes words are not big enough to contain all the feelings you are trying to pour into them. My

She knew, even at that young age, that you cannot separate good and evil cleanly, that they are conjoined twins sharing a single heart.

different readers. What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet?

But it is exactly because I was a writer that I could never do it. The weapons an author has at her disposal are flawed. There are words that feel shapeless and overused. Love, for example. I could write the word love a thousand times and it would mean a thousand different things to different readers. What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet?

Can a person hold tightly to two thoughts that look, at first sight, as if they'd cancel each other out?

believe in Hell… but it's here on earth." He shakes his head. "Good people and bad people. As if it were this easy. Everyone is both of these at once.

Can a person not be two things at once?

Maybe however much you've loved someone, that's how much you can hate. It's like a pocket turned inside out. It stands to reason that the opposite should be true, too.

Modern warfare has become very complex, especially during the last century. Wars are won not by a simple series of battles won, but by a complex interrelationship among military victory, economic pressures, logistic maneuvering, access to the enemy's information, political