Quotes About Clarity

He is struck by her overview of his situation. It is as if she has understood his life. He is taken by an impulse to clasp her hand and ask her to marry him; even if they did not get on in bed, she seems to have a gift for précis that eludes most of his clerks.

He understands honor but does not boast of his own. . . He has studied the world without despising it. He understands the world without rejecting it. He has no illusions but he has hopes. He does not sleepwalk through his life. His eyes are open, and his ears for sounds others miss.

He writes a good letter, to the point, neither abrupt nor circumlocutory, nor larded with flattery, nor cursory in expressions of regard.

Occam's Razor shaves you closer.

I found an easier way to be.

You start out, you start talking, you don't even know what you're going to say. You don't even know your way to the end of the sentence. You don't know anything. Then suddenly you do know you have to walk blind and you walk slap into the truth.

With the words arrives the truth of them.

Rose had the sort of eyes that manage perfectly well with things close by, but entirely blur out things far away. Because of this even the brightest stars had only appeared as silvery smudges in the darkness. In all her life, Rose had never properly seen a star. Tonight there was a sky full. Rose looked up, and it was like walking into a dark room and someone switching on the universe.

You tell me the word pristine was perfect. It was the cure.

I really don't get this whole oranges thing. It's like, does he want to eat them or go out with them?

The more minimal the art, the more maximum the explanation.

When sleep puts an end to delirium, it is a good symptom.

The chief virtue that language can have is clearness, and nothing detracts from it so much as the use of unfamiliar words.

You need to relax a little. Do so, and you'll begin to see things you were once blind to. You'll begin to hear thing you were deaf to. Life is so much more enjoyable than you think.

There are people who have no talent for happiness and who know this with painful, implacable clarity. Such people don't seek happiness, merely to bring some sort of form and style to their unhappiness.

Sunt oameni c?rora le lipse?te orice aptitudine pentru fericire ?i î?i dau seama de asta cu o luciditate dureroas? ?i necru??toare. Asemenea oameni nu urm?resc fericirea, ei urm?resc sa dea o oarecare form? ?i pu?in stil nenorocirii lor.

She says that what you did was a cry for help." "It was," I say. "That's why I was yelling 'Heeeelp!' I don't really go in for subtlety.

Manie sans délire - insanity without delusion.

If you don't know why you're apologizing, your apology probably sucks.

You shouldn't let it bother you," Drew said earnestly. "That's just babble. It doesn't mean anything. None of you are going to die and you're obviously not dead. For Pete's sake.

No amount of takeout Chinese food or politeness ought to make me forget exactly who and what I am dealing with.

Everything's better when you say it in Latin.

Nothing he says is a lie, but all his words are riddles.

When you're in danger , everything becomes clear,doesn't it? Everything else falls away. Danger is a terrible addiction, but that's what I like - the clarity of thought that it provides. How about you?