Quotes About Clarity

You are leaving me messages, but I haven't gotten the message yet.

Picking them up and reading them, I felt sadness do deep that it will never really be gone. It was a sobering moment-- sobering not because I was drunk, but because I felt like I was shifting into this new state of naked clarity. It was higher state of sobriety, a painful state of sobriety, because the truth was suddenly unvarnished, making me feel unvarnished.

I try to get the basic facts, not the details. The details can be interesting, but they can also distract me into attachment. The worst thing in the world would be to pretend to know the people whose lives I step through. They cannot be homes to me. They must be hotel rooms.

and at first i didn't really know jed was although i was sure he knew that i was but gradually we both knew and we knew.

The minute I knew I was in love was the minute when there was no question about it. One night I was lying in the dark, looking at her looking at me, and it just was there, undeniable.

Terwijl Vics ouders het niet konden laten hem te zien zoals hij vroeger was, en veel vrienden en ook vreemden iemand zagen die hij niet meer wilde zijn, zag Dawn alleen hem. Misschien was het beeld wazig, maar Dawn zag alles heel helder. Zij zag duidelijk en ondubbelzinnig een persoon.

does it ever get easier? is there an end to these questions? do you have any answers? will you say them to me? can you stop this unraveling? will you bring me your closure? or am I the only one who sees anymore? who sees . . . who sees . . . who sees?

The truth feels different from other things. The closest you can come to describing it is that it feels like taking a perfect breath.

The truth. Really the Truth.

Its hard for her. Every answer starts with the phrase I don't know. But most of the time she does know...

Even though the liquid is easier to see, you have to learn to appreciate the air.

I got confused between what I wanted to happen and what I should have known would happen. I've been doing that a lot lately. I know it's not helpful.

before I can ask you what's going on, you tell me there's something we need to talk about. This is it, the moment before you tell me the precise thing I don't want to know. Is this the zenith? This last moment of ignorance? Or does it come much later?

The air feels cleaner because when the world is below us, we allow ourselves to breathe fully.

Well, the meanings are out there. We're just so damn good at reading them wrong.

love sometimes causes you to do stupid things. And even when the lessons are clear to everyone else around you, sometimes you have a hard time seeing them yourself. When people say love is blink, they act like that's a good thing. But some people find their way around in the darkness a little better than others.

I truly don't understand any of this,' I confessed. She stayed standing, facing me. 'I wish I could help you there,' she told me. 'But I can't.

He knows he is missing something. He is always missing something. He can never get past the first step of finding it, which is knowing what it is.

Sitting in that room, talking to Mr. Wright, I knew I had to get all of my identities in order. I realized how many identities I had, at a time when I really should have been focusing on having one.

She said moments like this were like waking up in the middle of the night: You're scared, you're disoriented, and you're completely convinced you're right. But then you stay awake a little longer and you realize things aren't as fearful as they seem." Excerpt From: David Levithan. "The Lover's Dictionary." iBooks.

Insight, n.: How telling that there isn't anything called "outsight," as if language itself knows the direction that wisdom must come from. — David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2011)

But I reckon to tell you there are soft truths, too. It doesn't always have to be like running into a wall. Sometimes it's just like waking up.

Saying the truth out loud makes it more real.

Pasamos tantos minutos, horas y días sin valorar la vida, sin sentirla demasiado, dejando que transcurra. Pero luego hay momentos como este en que la vivacidad de la vida es cristalina, palpable, innegable. Es la boya final a la que aferrarse cuando uno se está ahogando. Es la salvación.