Quotes About Clarity

And why not do the easiest possible thing? Because isn't that always the best thing?

she was smart enough to know whose problem that was, and it wasn't hers.

For the true magician there is no very clear line between what lies inside the mind and what lies outside it.If you desire something, it will become substance. If you despise it, you will see it destroyed. A master magician is not much different from a child or a madman in that respect. It takes a very clear head and a very strong will to operate once you are in that place. And you will find out very quickly whether or not you have that clarity and that strength.

She just assumed that everybody shared her desire for everybody to be clear on everything, and she'd expect you to do the same for her.

You just had to get some idea of what matters and what doesn't, and how much, and try not to be scared of the stuff that doesn't. Put it in perspective. Something like that. Or otherwise what was the point?

You just had to get some idea of what matters and what doesn't, and how much, and try not to be scared of the stuff that doesn't. Put it in perspective. Something like that.

Of course I'm not sure," he said. "That's why you go. To find out if it's enough. You just have to be sure you want to find out.

People are very determined to see only what they can explain.

The trick was just not wanting anything. That was power. That was courage: the courage not to love anyone or hope for anything. The funny thing about it was how easy everything got, when nothing mattered.

She was feeling something—a new feeling. Not even a feeling exactly, more like she wasn't feeling a lot of things that she was used to feeling. She wasn't tired, or bored, or frustrated, or wishing she was somewhere else doing something else. All that was cleared away. She still had basically no idea what was going on, but she knew she was free to be herself, right here, right now, in the moment. She couldn't wait to find out what she was going to feel next.

At that moment, when he should have been most lucidly present, he had no idea whether he was lying or telling the truth.

She was especially confident when it came to pointing out other people's mistakes. Not that she was a know-it-all—it didn't seem to be an ego thing with her. She just assumed that everybody shared her desire for everybody to be clear on everything, and she'd expect you to do the same for her.

You just had to get some idea of what matters and what doesn't, and how much, and try not to be scared of the stuff that doesn't. Put

I'll just get my things" "I understand." "Actually I haven't got any things.

Not that she was a know-it-all—it didn't seem to be an ego thing with her. She just assumed that everybody shared her desire for everybody to be clear on everything, and she'd expect you to do the same for her.

This is life, he kept saying to himself. That was being dead, and this is being alive. That was death, this is life. I will never confuse them again.

Utangaç insanlar?n ?zd?rab?, haklar?nda olu?an dü?ünceyi bilmemekten kaynaklan?r; bu dü?ünce -ne olursa olsun- aç?kça ifade edilir edilmez ?zd?rap sona erer.

Whatever our definition of truth may be, we can never renounce Descartes' clare et distincte (clarity and distinctness).

I envy people who drink -- at least they know what to blame everything on.

Toxic people cost us our energy and our ability to think clearly. So I'm saying ... let's get the toxic people out.

The art of writing is not, as many seem to imagine, the art of bringing fine phrases into rhythmical order, but the art of placing before the reader intelligible symbols of the thoughts and feelings in the writer's mind.

I was home alone watching George Bush speak on television. So it was just really the two of us. And as I listened to him, I realized, that one of us ... was nuts! And for the first time ever, I went "Wow, it's not me!"

I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.

Time is the very lens through which ye see -- small and clear, as men see through the wrong end of a telescope -- something that would otherwise be too big for ye to see at all. That thing is Freedom: the gift whereby ye most resemble your Maker and are yourselves parts of eternal reality.