Quotes About Clarity

Everyone knows how to talk, and no one knows what to say.

I lost the plot for a while then. And I lost the subplot, the script, the soundtrack, the intermission, my popcorn, the credits, and the exit sign.

It's not hard to get your way when it's your way or the highway. People either follow suit or they're not around. I don't really like the sound of that, 'cause that sounds like a temper tantrum. I'm just very black and white when it comes to my business. There's really no gray area.

Being here is like standing at the edge of the sea under a wide sky: clear, open, clean, and bright. Here is where I am meant to be.

You're like concrete. Completely real. Even just standing there, before you said anything, you made everything else real: the walls, the floors, what he'd done to me.

Hild knew where this was going, but questions would only send Begu's thoughts flying in all directions.

You must learn to speak those thoughts of yours sometimes, child, or those who watch-like those gesith hounds of yours-will decide for themselves what you think, who you are, whose side you are on. For there are sides. Though I don't know which is yours.

If you adjust your conscious filters to the appropriate setting, you can relax and let your subconscious take care of things. It's something I used to be good at.

Despite her best intentions, Hild's voice rose as a question.

Your body and your mind need to be clear, uncluttered, for what lies ahead.

When everything shows down and my muscles are hot and strong, and the blood beats in my veins like champagne I feel this vast delight. Everything is beautiful and precious, and so clear. Light gets this bluish tinge and I feel like a hummingbird among elephants, untouchable.

She mused on the words and beads for days but couldn't see the pattern.

I'm tired to stupidity. My apologies.

In the dim light, surrounded by swirls of sweet hash smoke, she was as clear as a cut-glass figurine.

She could speak if she chose, but she was not ready to choose because she did not understand.

There was something about alliances she could not quite see, but the more she thought about it the less clear it became, so she set it aside for later.

Quiet mouth, bright mind.

The world sharpened suddenly, as brilliant and bright as when she got rain in her eye.

It was obvious." "Maybe to you.

The shadows around her loomed longer and darker. She didn't know what her light was.

She had sworn to be totem and token to her people, to light their path, not darken it.

I wanted to know about the woman who thought this was something I had done, but I wasn't in any particular hurry. Let her come to me.

Speaking straight felt different. She found she liked it.

Relativism is the solution of one who is incapable of putting things in order.