Quotes About Complexity

The problem is that I love men passionately, even though they don't deserve it.

The human face had too many possibilities, and they just kept coming in a fast-moving slide show, one after another.

Because friend was encompassing, and here it encompassed so much, including the contradictions.

That she was both fearless and fragile and could be hurt badly in ways he could not fix.

I still feel like teenage girls are not taken seriously by the culture at large, especially not their darker or more complicated feelings—of aggression, desire, ambition. To me, these feelings and drives are so fundamental to girlhood and to womanhood, and I love exploring them. And trying to give voice to them as best I can. I think women are always trying to figure out their own adolescence. We never stop.

Dr. Severin was thinking that the brain was a monstrous and beautiful thing. A ravishing chaos.

Because she was solid gold, fourteen-carat, barely burnished despite twenty years of hard molling. But beneath it, I knew, beneath that gold and stardust, she was all grit and sharp teeth gnashing, head twisting, talons out, tearing flesh. She was all open mouth, tunneling into an awful nothing.

Yes, she was his angel. But can't you guess, my love? She was his demon too.

Adulthood is knowing that a fully realized character is always more important than the lines.

I know everything and nothing about him all at the same time.

People are complicated, and they hurt each other. Effie Linton had known this for a long time, just as she knew that sometimes those wounds were inflicted deliberately, over and over, and not with fists or weapons. Sometimes, they did it with love.

I'm not sure a man can ever understand the complicated matter of feminine relationships.

No hay nada que merezca la pena y sea fácil a la vez.

la vida es un rompecabezas infinito que tiene tantas piezas que, las encajes como las encajes, la imagen nunca se termina.

The truth is often so much more complicated than the digest version that's handed down to us.

If you called for nuance, you were part of the problem.

To be chronically ill is to be in a state of ever-present "camouflaged grieving," as the historian Jennifer Stitt puts it. It was this ever-present grief I felt was being swept under the rug when my friend counseled me to see the good that had come of my illness. She wasn't wrong that something had come of it—but her quick counsel negated the complexity of the quest.

No man with a complex life can be happy! The simple secret of the happiness is simple life!

Regular and simple life is the life of God; the chaotic and the complex one is the Devil's!

The ugliness of the beauty is much horrible than the ugliness of the ugliness.

Every human being has hundreds of separate people living under his skin. The talent of a writer is his ability to give them their separate names, identities, personalities and have them relate to other characters living with him.

Non pretendo di essere capito, ognuno di noi è l'enigma di se stesso.

as the AI researcher Pedro Domingos so memorably put it, "People worry that computers will get too smart and take over the world, but the real problem is that they're too stupid and they've already taken over the world."21

Whew, this might be getting a bit confusing. I hope you are following me so far. This is the point in every Theory of Computation course at which students either throw up their hands and say "I can't get my mind around this stuff!" or clap their hands and say "I love this stuff!" Needless to say, I was the second kind of student, even though I shared the confusion of the first.