Out there people are working and arguing and laughing, living their beautiful, terrible lives, falling in love and having babies and being bored out of their skulls and feeling depressed, then being consoled by some little thing like watching the patterns the light makes through the leaves of trees, casting shadows on the sidewalks. I remember the line from that poem now. Downward to darkness, on extended wings.
As we grow older, the world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated of dead and living.
All mathematics is is a language that is well tuned, finely honed, to describe patterns; be it patterns in a star, which has five points that are regularly arranged, be it patterns in numbers like 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 that follow very regular progression.
I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower
The truth of a myth. . . is not in its words but its patterns.
If life is a loom, the pattern you weave is not so easily unraveled.
I've noticed a pattern in stars that start acting out in public. Every one of them felt like they grew up without love.
The films that influenced me were so disparate that there's almost no pattern.
You look at where you're going and where you are and it never makes sense, but then you look back at where you've been and a pattern seems to emerge.
The ninety percent of human experience that does not fit into established narrative patterns falls into oblivion.
There's nothing more comfortable than a cosy flower pattern.
Thousands of experts study overbought indicators, oversold indicators, head-and-shoulder patterns, put-call ratios, the Fed's policy on money supply, foreign investment, the movement of the constellations through the heavens, and the moss on oak trees, and they can't predict markets with any useful consistency, any more than the gizzard squeezers could tell the Roman emperors when the Huns would attack.
Patterns repeat themselves in history
The most basic way to get someone's attention is this: Break a pattern.
I see the beauty of Mike's attempt to devise an ideal ethic and applaud his recognition that such must start by junking the present sexual code and starting fresh. Most philosophers haven't the courage for this; they swallow the basics of the present code--monogamy, family pattern, continence, body taboos, conventional restrictions on intercourse, and so forth--then fiddle with details. . . even such piffle as discussing whether the female breast is an obscene sight! (p. 365)
Morality is not a simple set of rules. It's a very complex struggle of conflicting patterns of values. This conflict is the residue of evolution. As new patters evolve they come into conflict with old ones. Each stage of evolution creates in its wake a wash of problems.
Connubial Because with alarming accuracy she’d been identifying patterns I was unaware of—this tic, that tendency, like the way I've mastered the language of intimacy in order to conceal how I felt— I knew I was in danger of being terribly understood.
The architecture of change involves the design and construction of new patterns, or the reconceptualization of old ones, to make new, and hopefully more productive, actions possible.
I hardly know what I'm going to write - an article, a story, a poem in free verse - or in some regular form. I only know that when I have the first sentence. And when the first sentence makes a kind of pattern, then I find out the kind of rhythm I'm looking for.
I never accepted the idea that I had to be guided by some pattern or blueprint.