Quotes About Clarity

They came on. I opened the gate and they stopped. turning. I was trying to say, and I caught her, trying to say, and she screamed and I was trying to say and trying and the bright shapes were going again. They were going up the hill to where it fell away and tried to cry. But when I breathed in, I couldn't breathe out again to cry, and I tried to keep from falling off the hill and I fell off the hill into the bright, whirling shapes.

El alcohol te enseña a confundir el fin con los medios.

He dont have to move very far to go nuts in the first place and so he dont have so far to come back.

I feel better! I feel! I feel!" until he quit that too and said quietly, looking at the familiar wall, the familiar twin door through which he was about to pass, with tragic and passive clairvoyance: "Something is going to happen to me.

El que fa la literatura és el mayeix que un llumí enmig d'un camp en plena nit. Un llumí amb prou feines il·lumina, però ens permet veure quanta foscor hi ha al voltant.

I realised; no: knew; it was obvious; Boon himself admitted it in so many words)

INTERVIEWER Some people say they can't understand your writing, even after they read it two or three times. What approach would you suggest for them? FAULKNER Read it four times.

O que a literatura faz é o mesmo que acender um fósforo no campo no meio da noite. Um fósforo não ilumina nada, mas permite ver quanta escuridão existe ao redor.

This was what I was chasing: not the exotic, but a broad-beamed understanding of what is what.

That after an hour's silence he can say, The one thing I cannot stand is dampness... That's all, it took him an hour to work that out.

do you know why the French are so honest? because there are so few words in their language they're forced to be.

She looked at him fondly. You won't never make much of a liar, she said. I can see right through you like lookin down into still water. I expect law and politics is goin to be out of your reach.

You get a picture of things in your head and your picture is all you see. You don't know me. You don't even know yourself. All you know is your little picture of how things ought to be, and that's the way you think they are.

The child saw things that were too evident, too obvious for the trained eye.

Language is to the mind more than light is to the eye.

Beyond ego, beyond personality, beyond awareness, he moved, Kuang moving with him, evading his attackers with an ancient dance, Hideo's dance, grace of the mind-body interface granted him, in that second, by the clarity and singleness of his wish to die.

Beyond ego, beyond personality, beyond awareness, he moved ... grace of the mind-body interface granted him, in that second, by the clarity and singleness of his wish to die. And one step in that dance was the lightest touch on the switch, barely enough to flip- -now and his voice the cry of a bird unknown, she answered in song, three notes, high and pure. A true name.

You just had to know how to do it, and when to do it, and most important of all, why to do it. Powerful substance like this, Lowell would explain, it wasn't there just for any casual jack-off recreational urge. It was there to allow you to do things. To empower you, he said, so you could do things and, best of all, finish them.

At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.

I am astonished at the ease with which uninformed persons come to a settled, a passionate opinion when they have no grounds for judgment.

The greatest pleasure is not - say - sex or geometry. It is just understanding. And if you can get people to understand their own humanity - well, that's the job of the writer.

The way towards simplicity is through outrage.

We need an assembly, not for cleverness, but for setting things straight.

Iti spun un lucru. Ce este mai apropiat decat fratele de frate, mama de copil?Ce este mai apropiat decat mana de gura, gandul de minte? E viziunea, Roger. Nu ma astept ca tu sa intelegi asta... -Dar pricep,mai incape vorba! Jocelin isi inalta chipul si deodata zambi: -Chiar intelegi? -Dar vine clipa in care viziunea nu mai e decat jocul copilului de-a-sa-zicem. -Aha! Clatina din cap, incet, atent; si luminile plutira. -Atunci nu intelegi deloc. Deloc.