Quotes About Clarity

Mostly I'd like to feel a little less, know a little more.

I hate when I'm an idiot and I don't know it. I like to be aware of my idiocy, to really revel in it, take pictures.

I had this tendency to think things through a little too much, envisioning things in the future while I completely missed the present.

If you were a man, you'd know in your bones what direction you were going. It's an automatic thing, this knowing where you are, bred deep in a man's bones.

For your born writer, nothing is so healing as the realization that he has come upon the right word.

None of us know who we are any more.

If a speculum is polished sufficiently, it becomes invisible. For it doth reflect all about it, so that the eye sees only that which is shown , not the devyse that showeth it. And if a man becomes hard as diamond, faceted and flawed, he too will show nothing of himself, onlie the fractured images of his world.

Nothing concentrates the mind like the need for survival.

The only time I ever find my dealings with God less than clear-cut is when I'm not being honest with Him. The fuzziness is always on my side, not His.

So many people never pause long enough to make up their minds about basic issues of life and death. It's quite possible to go through your whole life, making the mechanical motions of living, adopting as your own sets of ideas you've come to any conclusion for yourself as to what life is all about.

But whatever this is—this window of clarity—it's ending already. Confusion is drawing its bleak curtains.

The fact that you don't grasp the meaning of something doesn't mean it has none.

In certain moments I suspect life knows exactly what it's doing.

So many times in life we think we see what we want. That we know what we want. Looking back through the wrong end of that scope, I sometimes wonder why we still believe we know anything at all.

I have always felt," Nathan said, "that the truth is simply the truth. And perhaps does not exist for us to bend and revise. Or even filter to suit the feelings of those we love and want to protect.

You can only wrestle with something for just so long. Then you have to break in one direction or another. Just to end the wrestling. Something has to give.

truth is simply the truth. And perhaps does not exist for us to bend and revise. Or even filter

My brain was not right. I told it to perform, and it wouldn't listen. Then, suddenly, just as I gave up on remembering, it was there. Fully formed in my brain.

the truth is simply the truth. And perhaps does not exist for us to bend and revise. Or even filter to suit the feelings of those we love and want to protect.

And the best way to make someone unhappy, if not downright unbalanced, is to tell her that what she sees with her own eyes is not there at all.

God is not Tinkerbell. He does what he does whether you clap your hands or hide behind the comfort of your disbelief. Besides, you know all this. You just forgot.

I sat there and listened to every word, but it didn't really add up to something coherent to me. Maybe my brain was too busy, or maybe you have to know the legal system, or both.

Her brain was not speaking to her. Or maybe it was the other way around. But she could feel the disconnect—a no-man's-land of blankness, like a moat hastily dug to foil an advancing enemy. And

I just thought maybe if I knew more, I could worry less." "Oh, I doubt that," she said. Then, "I can't really tell you how it's going, because I don't really know. He's talking to me. Talking is better than not talking. But beyond that it's hard to say.