Quotes About Clarity

The truth will set you free. Either that or it'll get you a punch in the nose.

It takes a child to say the unsayable.

I can see that now. I can see everything once it's already happened — I'm very good at the past. It's the present I can't understand.

I'm thinking: am I supposed to fight, and what do I fight with, and whom am I fighting?

So the whole conversation is going right off course. It's like a supermarket trolley with a wonky wheel, because all the time I'm thinking, this should be easy to push along, and everything I say just takes me in the wrong direction.

I have made myself more complicated than I really am.

Is that thing actually going round? I can't tell

You just...you just don't do anything. You get lost in your head, and you sit around thinking instead of getting on with something, and most of the time you think rubbish. You always seem to miss what's really happening.

Inilah hidup, Marcus. Kau harus berjuang untuk apa yang kau percayai, dan kemudian menetap padanya. Itu sulit, tapi itu bukannya tidak ada. Dan setidaknya, itu mudah untuk dimengerti.

Mengapa orang-orang ini ingin membuat hal menjadi rumit bagi mereka? Ini adalah hidup yang mudah, seperti sebuah persoalan matematika yang sederhana; Resiko menyukai seseorang dan membiarkan dirimu dicintai hanya pantas diambil jika situasi berpihak padamu, tapi mereka dengan jelas tidak berpihak padamu.

Let me be clear and accomodative, more like water than ice; and raise my hands to show I mean no harm, and that I'm stupid, and malicious, and if I'm trying to be fearless I know it gives me no right to act like this.

Genius, it is said, is the ability to see the obvious before anyone else.4

What do you want? Because if you don't want something, you've got nothing. You are adrift, you are washed away, and then buried under the snow and the shadows. And when, in the spring, the snow melts, no one will remember where you were frozen and buried, and you will no longer be anywhere.

What do you want? Because if you don't want something, you've got nothing.You are drift, you are washed away, and then buried under the snow and the shadows. And then when, in the spring, the snow melts, no one will remember where you were frozen and buried, and you will no longer be anywhere.

What do you want? Because if you don't want something, you've got nothing. You are adrift, you are washed away, and then buried under the snow and the shadows. And when, in the spring, the snow melts, no one will remember where you were frozen and buried, and you will no longer be anywhere.

I know now that truth is a troubling thing. You can't drink your way to it. You can't snort your way to it. You can't fuck your way to it. You can't love your way to it. You can only let it envelop you and try to make sense of it all.

Hay tres clases de cerebros: el primero discierne por sí, el segundo entiende lo que los otros disciernen y el tercero no entiende ni discierne lo que los otros disciernen. El primero es excelente, el segundo bueno y el tercero inútil.

And suddenly I knew where Alison was, and what I had to do in order to find her son and get word to her.

Always know what they want to hear - not just what everyone knew they wanted to hear but what they didn't even dare name to themselves. Show them the pattern. Give them permission to do what they wanted all along.

Find out who you are, and do it on purpose.

There are moments when a kind of clarity comes over you, and suddenly you can see through walls to another dimension that you'd forgotten or chosen to ignore in order to continue living with the various illusions that make life, particularily life with other people, possible.

Without memories to cloud it, the mind perceives with absolute clarity. Each observation stands out in stark relief. In the beginning, when there's not yet a smudge, the slate still blank, there is only the present moment: each vital detail, shocked color, the fall of light. Like film stills. The mind relentlessly open to the world, deeply impressed, even hurt by it: not yet gauzed by memory.

as a rule of thumb, whenever there appears a plural, correct for a singular. Should I ever let slip a royal WE, put me out of my misery with a swift blow to the head.

At first Babel longed for the use of just two words: Yes and No. But he knew that just to utter a single word would be to destroy the delicate fluency of silence.