Quotes About Complexity

People are the masterpieces of randomness.

Even the idea of evolution doesn't explain nature—Simply, because it's based on turning simplicity into complicated things.

I am an author, engineer and entrepreneur all at the same time. I am, therefore, nothing and everything at the same time.

The funniest thing about being a human is that you can easily disagree with yourself.

The mind appears to be a very confusing planet in which to reside. We are lucky to be blessed with different mentalities.

Time is still too complicated for us to comprehend and we cannot define it using our wristwatches, nor by using the big clocks on the wall.

I feel about John ['s gospel] like I feel about my wife; I love her very much, but I wouldn't claim to understand her. (Following Jesus, p. 27.)

Honramos y celebramos nuestra complejidad y nuestra simplicidad haciendo continuamente cinco cosas. Contamos historias. Realizamos rituales. Creamos belleza. Trabajamos en comunidades. Meditamos en creencias.

We see through a glass darkly, says St. Paul as he peers toward what lies ahead. All our language about future states of the world and of ourselves consists of complex pictures that may or may not correspond very well to the ultimate reality. But that doesn't mean it's anybody's guess or that every opinion is as good as every other one.

Simplicity is a great virtue, but oversimplification can actually be a vice, a sign of laziness.

Pull a thread here and you'll find it's attached to the rest of the world.

Her mind is a haunted house.

Pero las cuestiones humanas no conducían a conclusiones tajantes, al trazado de una línea ni a una suma total. Parecían resolverse, disolverse, cuando sólo se estaban formando de nuevo, reuniéndose en otra combinación. Incluso cuando estamos muertos, lo que hicimos continúa tramando estas nuevas combinaciones.

Heroes, I've learned, don't always wear white. Sometimes they come from the darkness, shadows among shadows.

God you're obstinate." It was a snarl. "Must make me a masochist that I like that about you." Her wolf bared its canines, charmed but trying not to allow it to matter. "I only get worse the more you know me. Consider it a lucky escape.

Nothing is ever black and white, kitten," he reminded her, allowing his claws to slice out to touch her skin. "I can use my claws to protect, but I can use the same claws to rip out an enemy's throat.

Each time they tangled, he'd learned a little more about his Ashblade, until having her body would no longer be enough. Janvier wanted all of the gifted, complicated, skilled woman in front of him. Including her trust.

Just because we grow doesn't mean we forget our old selves. We are all created of many skins.

Her lush and scalding heat had alternately confused and angered me. Why, I'd thought, couldn't she be like other mothers? Soft and warm and comfortable. Yet at the same time, I'd been proud of having a mother others craved. Fucked up wasn't the half of it.

Fairy tales, as Nell had said, are always complicated.

A woman without a past is like a fruitcake without brandy—insipid!

Although Maxwell had set out the theory as clearly as he could in his paper "A Dynamical Theory of the Electromagnetic Field" and later in his Treatise on Electricity and Magnetism, almost nobody understood it during his lifetime.

Forever after men sense the forbidding shadow of the primitive, preoedipal mother behind every woman to whom they are attracted. To escape this (..) they are usually attracted to women younger than they.

My latest and most unusual fantasy is that I am both a woman and a man and that I am having sexual relations with myself. I imagine that I am able to give myself all the sexual satisfaction I have ever desired. It is a complicated fantasy to work out, but I think eventually it will work.