Quotes About Clarity

Afraid, now that I knew what I wanted. What I did not want. I did not want him to hurt me.

You got to get out when it's no fun anymore. You'll know when it's over the day it's no fun anymore. You know what I'm saying?

You know, he said when I opened the door to get out of the car, I can remember almost every murder I ever worked on. I dream about them. It's all in my head. And sometimes something just clicks. Sometimes you got it. It's like with a broad. Sometimes you just know. Know what? I asked. If it's a fit, he said.

I think it may have something to do with something I heard when I was a kid. Something I think I heard. Actually, I know, know for a fact, that I heard something.

All you can do, every day, is to learn the truth as best you can.

Most new discoveries are suddenly seen things that were always there.

Listen to Yourself. It isn't easy to sit still for yourself. Especially, Ruth points out, "when we're uncomfortable. And this is uncomfortable stuff, because there's something nagging, and you don't know what it is, and you don't know what to do about it, with a capital do.

What if I told you that you were a hundred percent wrong?' 'Wow,' she said. 'You are good. Talk about not being the bad guy in your own movie. 'You are a hundred percent wrong ,' she repeated, with a horrendous, over-the-top-Yankee-fied imitation of his barely-there drawl.

The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.

Knowing it and seeing it are two different things.

Eyes on the forest, not on the trees.

Look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they really are.

Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable. Why did it take him being whipped within an inch of his life to see it?

Four can be as stupid as ten. No need to crowd the room.

confirma mis sospechas de que los hemos

An immersion into greenery and sunlight will surely help me sort out my thoughts.

What's going on in your head?" "I don't know," I whisper back. "Then it's like kissing someone who's drunk. It doesn't count.

Nothing like one of Sandwich's prophecies to put your whole world in perspective.

El odio que siento hacia él, hacia la chica fantasma, hacia todo, es tan real e inmediato que me ahoga. Gale es mío. Yo soy suya. Cualquier otra cosa es inconcebible. ¿Por qué hizo falta que fuera azotado hasta el límite de su vida para que me diera cuenta?

It's mined," I whisper. That explains everything.

Things seemed clear in my head and even when I talked before the crowd, but the words never came out of the pen right. Besides,

I stare fixedly at the little black specks on the sheet. For a while, they're obscured by the residual blood droplets that I can't seem to wipe from my vision. Slowly, the words come into focus.

Remember who the real enemy is.

hours of calm and keep us clear of any poisonous residue. And then Peeta, Johanna, and