We all like to think we’re more complex than a two-sentence explanation.

People are too complicated to have simple labels.

You know, you’re a little complicated after all.”
“Oh no,” she assured him hastily. “No, I’m not really - I’m just a - I’m just a whole lot of different simple people.

The idea, which constitutes the actual being of the human mind, is not simple, but compounded of a great number of ideas.

Human beings are much more complex than just being instruments for making money.

Intelligence is too complex and multifaceted a thing to reduce to any single dimension.

Life is complex in its expression, involving more than percipience, namely desire, emotion, will, and feeling.

People are too various to be treated so lightly. I am too various to be trusted.

each one of us is not a single person, but contains many persons who have not all the same moral value

I am what time, circumstance, history, have made of me, certainly, but I am also so much more than that. So are we all.

We have become not a melting pot but a beautiful mosaic. Different people, different beliefs, different yearnings, different hopes, different dreams.

Abandon the urge to simplify everything, to look for formulas and easy answers, and to begin to think multidimensionally, to glory in the mystery and paradoxes of life, not to be dismayed by the multitude of causes and consequences that are inherent in each experience — to appreciate the fact that life is complex.

I don’t fit into any demographic, I never really have. But that’s true of lots of us, especially people my age and younger who’ve grown up with complicated identities, because life has gotten more complicated, and in which we don’t want to be defined by any single one of them, but are happy to present many facets of our interests and personalities.

I am large ,I contain multitudes