Inner Complexity Quotes

I think I have a lot of crazy layers.

Nothing discernible to the eye of the spirit is more brilliant or obscure than man; nothing is more formidable, complex, mysterious, and infinite. There is a prospect greater than the sea, and it is the sky; there is a prospect greater than the sky, and it is the human soul.

Listen to some good poetry. You see? It keeps us from thinking we are only what our blatant appetites describe us as.

For experience teacheth me that straight trees have crooked roots.

I must first know myself, as the Delphian inscription says; to be curious about that which is not my concern, while I am still in ignorance of my own self, would be ridiculous. And therefore I bid farewell to all this; the common opinion is enough for me. For, as I was saying, I want to know not about this, but about myself: am I a monster more complicated and swollen with passion than the serpent Typho, or a creature of a gentler and simpler sort, to whom Nature has given a diviner and lowlier destiny?

I think boldness is not the only thing in my personality, but there is lot more.

I was anti social, but at the same time, people gravitated to that because they wanted to figure out who I was and why I was how I was.

There are multiple sides to all of us. Who we are - and who we might be if we follow our dreams

We are, each of us, a multitude. Within us is a little universe.

Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s true of everybody.

I think I find a commonality between characters and the different sides of myself.

Being true to yourself really means being true to all the complexities of the human spirit.

I'm a very mellow person. There are things about me that are intense, obviously.

Sometimes people are layered like that. There's something totally different underneath than what's on the surface. But sometimes, there's a third, even deeper level, and that one is the same as the top surface one. Like with pie.

Every man contains within himself a ghost continent.

A work of art is like a person: it has more than one soul in its breast.

Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.

I'm all for the banalities of life and humiliation and everyday tragedies, but I also think people have big moments, and they have bigness in them.

Some people might say I'm two different people, but I think it's more like seven or eight.

How can a man know himself? He is a thing dark and veiled; and if the hare has seven skins, man can slough off seventy times seven and still not be able to say: "this is really you, this is no longer outer shell.

There's a crowd of people harbored in each person There are so many roles that we play.

I think that a woman wears so many hats, we have so many aspects to us that we're not just one thing. We represent so much within us and that kind of comes across for me as a designer through mixing prints and colors.

You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone's so shocked or impressed that you're baring your soul, while to you it's nothing, because you know you've twenty more layers to go.

I’ve always known that there’s more going on inside me than finds its way into the world, but this is probably true of everyone. Who doesn’t regret that he isn’t more fully understood?