Quotes About Clarity

You can't explain a degree to a dog

You must excel at the basic responsibilities of your job—and so you need to be certain what they are. Sure

If I didn't know the ending of a story, I wouldn't begin. I always write my last lines, my last paragraph first, and then I go back and work towards it. I know where I'm going. I know what my goal is. And how I get there is God's grace.

You're different from everyone else. All the rules and emotions and obligations that guide most of us through life—they're invisible to us. They're natural, like breathing. But they're visible to you.

The last poem I wrote before they sent me in was called "Blackout;" it went like this: When life seems gray And short of fizz It seems that way Because it is.

There is nothing more difficult than simplicity, and therefore, nothing more refined.

that's what he said.

He didn't know what he wanted. He only knew what he didn't want.

I am like glass to him, like water, Hannah thought to herself, alone now in the music room, heart racing. He sees through me, but how? Page: 97

I am like glass to him, like water . .

Every day a sharp tool, a powerful destroyer, is necessary to cut away dullness, lobotomy, buzzing, belief in human beings, stagnancy, images, and accumulation. As soon as we stop believing in human beings, rather know we are dogs and trees, we'll start to be happy.

You are only able to love in the first place if you love yourself, if you believe in yourself, if you know yourself. Only then can you approach the other.… Love can only come if you are clear about who you are.

Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood." —Marie Curie (1867–1934)

I was bitterly resentful, but somehow greatly relieved. And I respected him enormously for his clarity of thought, his obvious caring, and his unwillingness to equivocate in delivering bad news.

My thoughts were so fast that I couldn't remember the beginning of a sentence halfway through.

It was one of those still, clear moments when you realize that you haven't understood anything at all, that you have had no real comprehension of the other person's world.

My thinking, far from being clearer than a crystal, was tortuous. I would read the same passage over and over again only to realize that I had no memory at all for what I had just read. Each book or poem I picked up was the same way. Incomprehensible. Nothing made sense.

But sometimes the hardest things in the world to see are the ones that are right up on you.

half the job of finding peace is finding understanding.

You need to remember that. If you're to have decent lives, you have to know who you are and what lies ahead of you, every one of you.

But then, I suppose, when with the benefit of hindsight one begins to search one's past for such 'turning points', one is apt to start seeing them everywhere.

One is not struck by the truth until prompted quite accidentally by some external event.

Yet are you so certain, good mistress, you wish to be free of this mist? Is it not better some things remain hidden from our minds?

But that's a funny idea. Maybe I did know, somewhere deep down. Something the rest of you didn't.