Quotes About Clarity

Men are of three different capacities: one understands intuitively; another understands so far as it is explained; and a third understands neither of himself nor by explanation. The first is excellent, the second, commendable, and the third, altogether useless.

Might we not say to the confused voices which sometimes arise from the depths of our being: "Ladies, be so kind as to speak only four at a time?"

History would be far different if we did not tend to hear God most clearly when we think He is telling us exactly what it is we want to hear

Lucy, you're as transparent as a pane of glass, and there's not a speck of guile to be seen in you. Yet in a way you're a mystery to me.

I once experimented with meditation, cleared my mind, and immediately remembered a phone call I had to make; that was that.

We need to do a better job of describing the reality we confront.

Just because we don't understand doesn't mean that the explanation doesn't exist.

I do not know everything; still many things I understand.

That's the way things come clear. All of a sudden. And then you realize how obvious they've been all along.

Kai, she thought, you are as lost as I am. You have no idea where this beauty comes from and you know better than to think that such clarity could come from your own heart. Maybe, like Sparrow, Kai was terrified that one day the sound would shut off.

She did not know how or why, but now that she understood, now that she had come to a decision, the old fears had drained away.

I asked her how she did it once, how she understood the world so clearly. She told me that it was a matter of keeping very still and showing no emotions, leaving room for others to reveal themselves.

It was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. But it was neither of those, buoyant where they were heavy, bright were they dull.

The sound was pure and sweet as water, bright as lemons.

Little by little I began to listen better: to the sap moving in the plants, to the blood in my veins. I learned to understand my own intention, to prune and to add, to feel where the power gathered and speak the right words to draw it to its height. That was the moment I lived for, when it all came clear at last and the spell could sing with its pure note, for me and me alone.

He said what he meant; he was puzzled if you did not. Some people might have mistaken this for simplicity. But is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart?

I found a new thought in myself. I am embarrassed to tell it, so rudimentary it seems, like an infant's discovery that her hand is her own. But that is what I was then, an infant. The thought was this: that all my life had been murk and depths, but I was not a part of that dark water. I was a creature within it.

Nothing she says has a single meaning, nor a single intention, yet she is steady. She knows herself.

A true-made bow, Odysseus had called her. A fixed star. A woman who knew herself. "I asked her how she did it once, how she understood the world so clearly. She told me that it was a matter of keeping very still and showing no emotions, leaving room for others to reveal themselves.

Some people might have mistaken this for simplicity. But is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart? O

I learned to understand my own intention, to prune and to add, to feel where the power gathered and speak the right words to draw it to its height. That was the moment I lived for, when it all came clear at last and the spell could sing with its pure note, for me and me alone.

That was the moment I lived for, when it all came clear at last and the spell could sing with its pure note, for me and me alone.

Some people might have mistaken this for simplicity. But is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart?

Diceva ciò che pensava e restava stupito quando gli altri non facevano lo stesso. Qualcuno avrebbe potuto scambiare quel tratto per ingenuità. Ma non è una caratteristica del genio andare sempre dritto al cuore?