Complexity of Emotions Quotes

I’m afraid of love, because it involves things that are beyond our understanding; it sheds such a brilliant light, but the shadow it casts frightens me.

Everything's complicated, even those things that seem flat in their bleakness or sadness.

I love it when you like a character, and then she does something you don't like, and you hate her for a while - then you love her again. I'd like to see her have unlikable moments that the audience understands and sympathizes with.

Because love and hate were supposed to stand cleanly on opposite sides of the spectrum. The division seemed as clear as...well, angels and demons would once have seemed to her. Not anymore.

There’s no accounting for the mysteries of the human heart

Imagination could never invent the number of different contradictions that exist innately in each person's heart.

He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.

Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,- The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.

I think any time anybody sees the bad guy show emotion and you're not hitting the audience over the head, there's always a tinge of empathy for that individual.

As human beings, of course, we're all compromised and complex and contradictory and if a screenplay can express those contradictions within a character and if there's room for me to express them, that's a part I'd love to play, so much more than a character who is heroic and one-dimensional.

Sometimes I think nothing is simple but the feeling of pain.

With my physicality and my face, I don't think I could pull off a completely righteous guy. There's something devious about my eyes. I like characters with flaws and to see how they overcome those flaws. I want to play real people, and they're flawed, not perfect.

Love, like life, is much stranger and far more complicated than one is brought up to believe.

Why, flowers are violent, cruel, terrible and splendid... like love!

People are complicated; you put two of them together and it's generally a mess, but hopefully a beautiful mess.

I'm generally not a fan of didactic art because it papers over many of the hard experiences about war or anything else in life. I wanted to explore various aspects of the experience without an eye towards delivering any particular message.

I believe that any auteur categorised in terms of an -ist or an -ism wouldn't be able to capture the complex essence of human nature.

The portrait of my parents is a complicated one, but lovingly drawn.