Quotes About Clarity

I've eliminated everything else. This is what's left. And when you've eliminated everything else, what's left should be true.

I couldn't find my balance until I stood out there in the mist of the morning and saw you. Simple as that for me, it seems. There she is, so my life's where it should be, whatever's going on around it.

Lust dazzles, sure, at least for the short term. But love clears the vision. You see better, sharper, because you feel more than you did before.

Things should make sense, and half the time they don't. Stuff that shouldn't make sense, half the time does.

forgotten, in a hormonal haze, she held. "I could use some of that coffee.

I'm not stupid." No, Eve thought, you redefine the word.

Reach down inside yourself, Peabody, and get a grip on reality, however slippery.

I've already explained

I know I say people suck, but I didn't mean it literally.

When she finally muscled her way off, she reminded herself to be clear, thorough, and dispassionate. She reached Whitney's outer office, and his admin. "I need

Understanding wasn't always the answer. He knew that. Accepting was.

If he has a last thought, if there is time for a last thought, it will simply be, So this is what a last thought is like.

Erklären heißt verzeihen, erklärt zu werden heißt Verzeihung erlangen [...]

On the peak of passion, there's no place for doubts.

How he wishes it could be true! He is tired of shadows, of complications, of complicated people.

Lamentablemente, no. No recuerdo nada, ni el pasado ni el futuro. Comparado contigo, David, soy un tipo muy obtuso, nada excepcional; de hecho, todo lo opuesto de excepcional. Vivo en el presente, como un buey.

The right approach to life is one that hungers to know as many truths as one can and to avoid as many falsehoods as possible.

Butch nodded, finding as comfortable a bite as he could on the leather. He braced himself as V lifted an arm. Except when his roommate's palm landed on his bare chest all he felt was a warm weight. Butch frowned. This was it? This was fucking it? Scaring the shit out of Marissa for no good- He looked down, pissed off. Oh, wrong hand.

You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.

Marissa, he mumbled, taking her hand. Don't want to see you drink so much? Wait, not really what he'd been going for. Ah...don't you to see me drink so much...want. Whatever. God...he was so confused.~Butch

Whither thou know'est thy ass from thy elbow

He's into you, isn't he. Answer the question, Marissa. Flyboy with the superhero plasma... he wants you, doesn't he? -Butch and Marissa

This was the gift of recovery, he thought. The ability to be here in this moment with the female he loved and be fully aware, fully awake, fully present. Undiluted.

Why ever are you here?" she whispered, putting her hands to his face. "Because I love you." In so many ways, that explained nothing … and told her everything she needed to know.