Quotes About Complexity

The real story of creativity is more difficult and strange than many overly optimistic accounts have claimed.

If I had to express in one word what makes the creative personality different from others, it would be complexity. Like the color white that includes all the hues in the spectrum, they tend to bring together the entire range of human possibilities within themselves.

nothing angers a woman more than the discovery that in the relationship between man and man there are things that women can never understand.

How and why sub-quark wave events are captured and read, how they let us view the past, and why they show us only possible pasts, is difficult to explain. So instead of a technical lecture, I'm going to engage in what popular science journalists call "oversimplification". In academia, we call this "lying".

I must confess I get lost with all these shades of grey.

Love is so complicated, that is why it is love.

If eskimos can come up with fifty words for snow because its a matter of life and death, why do we have just one word for love?

I never trusted the women i was involved with to tell the truth,because the truth never changes,but as i knew so well,people did.I knew it wasn't everyone,some women did have staying power,but it was impossible to tell which ones they were.Women should have come labelled-it would have made life so much simpler.

To "see both sides" of a problem is the surest way to prevent its complete solution. Because there are always more than two sides. —Idries Shah, REFLECTIONS

A better world won't come about simply because we use data; data has its dark underside.

It would be naive to think that the problems plaguing mankind today can be solved with means and methods which were applied or seemed to work in the past.

A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman's heart in particular.

Life is much richer and more complex than even the most perfect plans to make it better. It ultimately takes vengeance for attempts to impose abstract schemes, even with the best of intentions. Perestroika has made us understand this about our past, and the actual experience of recent years has taught us to reckon with the most general laws of civilization.

A Hero of Our Time, gentlemen, is indeed a portrait, but not of a single individual; it is a portrait composed of all the vices of our generation in the fullness of their development.

I'm not a good man, but I'm not a bad one, either.

Hansu was not an ordinary person, and he was capable of actions she could neither see nor understand.

Hers was a beauty that alienated-she was not cold exactly, but she did not offer warmth or ease-she possessed a kind of eerie solitude.

I find that in life, even the most unsympathetic person has a clear delineation of his motives, however complex and unappealing, but to him, there is a moral clarity to his actions. I think part of my job as a storyteller is to recognize the congruity or incongruity of his motives and behavior and somehow still be fair to the character and to the reader.

In a way, Solomon was Japanese, too, even if the Japanese didn't think so. Phoebe couldn't see this. There was more to being something than just blood.

He was afraid of her; perhaps he had always been afraid of her - her joy, anger, sadness, excitement - she had so many extreme feelings.

This story didn't end in fireworks, because the truth is, fireworks are something from my twenties. I could have made fireworks, but I chose to make a nuanced memory of a person who is neither a hero nor a villain in my life.

Love doesn't work like that, one or the other. Don't you know that yet?

She was a very beautiful person who was missing something very ugly. Her winnings were the absence of something, and this quality hung around her.

He loved me. He was a complex person with layers of percolating emotions, some of them spiritual, some tortured in a more secular way, and he burned for me. This complicated flame of being was mine.