Quotes About Clarity

There's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.

I have so much to say to you. I want to begin at the beginning, because that is what you deserve. I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning? And what is everything?

I wasn't having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.

It was getting hard to keep all the things I didn't know inside me.

And so it was when anyone tried to speak: their minds would become tangled in remembrance. Words became floods of thought with no beginning or end, and would drown the speaker before he could reach the life raft of the point he was trying to make. It was impossible to remember what one meant, what, after all of the words, was intended.

but I believe that things are extremely complicated, and her looking over me was as complicated as anything could ever be. But it was also incredibly simple.

Can't you even tell me if I'm on the right track? Buckminster purred, and Dad shrugged his shoulders again. But if you don't tell me anything, how can I ever be right? He circled something in an article and said, Another way of looking at it would be, how could you ever be wrong?

Which, then, brings us closer to what we want to communicate: saying what we intend, or trying to say the opposite?

I trust that you have a good purpose for your ignorance

There is noting wrong with not understanding yourself.

I decided then and there never to become someone who told jokes when explanations were impossible.

Another reason it would be a good invention is that there are so many times when you know you're feeling a lot of something, but you don't know what the something is.

She always saw through him, as if he were just another window. She always felt that she knew everything about him that could be known. Not that he was simple, but that he was knowable, like a list of errands, like an encyclopedia.

I could write more, but that is all that matters.

Another reason it would be a good invention is that there are so many times when you know you're feeling a lot of something, but you don't know what the something is. Am I frustrated? Am I actually just panicky? And that confusion changes your mood, it becomes your mood, and you become a confused, gray person

I said, not knowing what the next words out of my mouth would be, but wanting them to be mine, wanting, more than I'd ever wanted anything, to express the center of me to and be understood.

You only get to keep what you refuse to let go off.

We were not rich, but there was nothing we wanted. From my bedroom window I watched the world. And I was safe from the world.

The more I found, the less I understood.

I'm sorry for my inability to let the unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things.

it broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can't people say what they mean at the time?

There's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.

That's not true, I said, not knowing what the next words out of my mouth would be, but wanting them to be mine, wanting, more than I'd ever wanted anything, to express the center of me and be understood.

It was not until very much in the posterior that I understanded that each of us was laughing for a different reason, for our own reason, and that not on of those reasons had a thing to do with the potato.