Quotes About Clarity

Listen, I don't want things to get weird, okay. Oh, yeah, no, weird is bad. But just so you and I are clear, I really fucking want to kiss you right now.

In the oh-my-God-this-has-to-be-Christmas silence that followed, he struggled to reorder the last six months, to catch up with this reality they'd somehow missed. He wanted her. She wanted him. Was it true?

Maybe he had to stop thinking TVs were sending him messages. Because this was a dumb fucking idea.

Don't even fucking think about it." … "I don't know what you're talking about--" "Do not make me grab your hard-one to prove my point

Letting go meant you accepted what couldn't be changed. You didn't try to hold on to hope in order to coerce a change in fortune...nor did you battle against superior forces of fate and try to make them capitulate to your will...nor did you beg for salvation because you assumed you knew better. Letting go meant you stared at what was before you with clear eyes, recognizing that unfettered choice was the exception and destiny the rule.

You don't have to be searching to find what you need.

After all, how could you exercise choice if you didn't have a clue who you were? Labels weren't going to do it, titles like "mahmen" or "shellan" weren't really going to help you. You needed to dig into yourself and find out how to fill your hours with pursuits that were meaningful to you and for you, as a person, an individual. Too

good thing about being logical is that you can judge both history and the present with clarity—and I'm a very logical male.

I think people who survive need to get to an aha moment," she said quietly, "where the fog lifts and you realize there are things worth living for and goals worth pursuing. Even if they're different than what motivated you before.

Just talk to me. And I promise, I'll make sure that motherfucker gets it right good.

Is this what you want?" he said harshly. "Do you want it hard and where people can see?

Wait, does that mean I can watch Melrose or not? The double negative confused—" "Jesus Christ, will you just go!" Lassiter was muttering as he got to his feet. "How many times do I have to tell you that is not my name." "I need a drink.

Fucking. A." Well, didn't that just sum it all up nicely.

She threw her hands in the air. "Of course I was tense. You were kissing and touching me and I was turned on like crazy. Also, I haven't had a decent orgasm in like six freaking months. Are you reading my lips here? Six. Months. You'd be tense, too, wouldn't you?" Dante gaped at her. Anna threw him a murderous glare. "Are all men this dense or just you? Jesus, Dante, do I have to draw you a road map to my vagina, or are you grabbing a clue?

anyone who really believed what they were saying could get it said in a lot fewer words.

You just stay focused on what you have to do. Exactly.

I had nothing to offer anybody, except my own confusion

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.

and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was

Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?

It was the work of the quiet mountains, this torrent of purity at my feet.

To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea.

Why did I allow myself to be bored ever in the past and to compensate for it got high or drunk or rages or all the tricks people have because they want anything but serene understanding of just what there is, which is after all so much.