Quotes About Clarity

Go on rummaging, brushing off dust, though you may find later that it was the dust you wanted.

Once you go inside and weed through the muck, you will find the real beauty, the truth about yourself.

Well, I don't ever leave out details, in that I don't come up with information or description which I don't then use. I only ever come up with what seems to me absolutely essential to make the story work. I'm not usually an overwriter. As I revise, it's usually a matter of adding in as much vivid details as seem necessary to make the story come clear without slowing down the momentum of the story.

Good mathematics is a soliloquy, communicated.

Treat mathematics as a language, not as a vocation.

Vision is three-dimensional - consisting of insight, foresight, and perspective.

Your assumptions are just as wild as your confusion.

A man wakes up and for a few moments he experiences everything exactly as it is. Jon wrote: A man wakes up and is lucid. It doesn't last long, though, he thought, that kind of lucidity. If it did you wouldn't be able to stand it, it would kill you. Let

Life's like art. You have to work hard to keep it simple and still have meaning.

The real trouble comes from not knowing what we really want in the first place.

my delight in philology, my insistence on having language clear-cut and exact, impels me, when someone says it is cold and someone else that it is warm, to look at the thermometer and say: "Gentlemen, it is 69 degrees Fahrenheit in this room.

The secret is that there is no secret.

And Lawrence was afraid of the main thing. He had a tendency to talk feverishly all around the main thing, as if bundling it with twine. Presumably if he talked in circles around the main thing for long enough it would lie there, vanquished, panting on its side, like a roped steer.

Is it called naiveté when you're naïve in purpose?

Y cómo se supone que uno puede ser «comprensivo» antes de comprender?

I've never been shy. I've just waited until I had something to say.

Me, I'm a stickler. I prefer my photographs in focus.

De qué me gustaría huir? De la complejidad. De la angustia. De esa sensación que he tenido toda la vida de que en cualquier momento hay algo que olvido, un detalle, una obligación, algo que se supone que tendría que estar haciendo o que ya debería haber hecho. Es una sensación que no me deja en paz, me levanto con ella por la mañana y no se me va en todo el día. Me voy a dormir con esa sensación.

At some point there was no almost.

I was never shy. I was waiting to have something to say.

How in the face of an end game there was virtually no limit to what did not matter.

It's far less important to me to be liked these days than to be understood.

Where misunderstanding serves others as an advantage, one is helpless to make oneself understood

There were many times when truth spoke to me, but I did not listen. Often it called to me, but I did not hear it. I was too busy listening to lies. Unfortunately, if you listen to lies long enough, when truth speaks you cannot hear or bear it.