Quotes About Clarity

she had given me a piece of what made her life sane.

There is black. There is white. Gray is a cowardly excuse to mix our wants with our needs.

I sat for a moment, figuring things out, then decided to stay there. If I was on the floor, I couldn't fall down.

I turned back to the mirror, seeing that there were no lines on it. It was empty. What happened to my mirror? I said, bewildered. Then realizing that I was looking at the back of the dumb thing, I swore and turned it over.

And L-M-N-O-P is not one letter, but five. It took me forever to figure that out.

Sometimes it takes a two-by-four across your head to realize what you want isn't what you'll end up with if you get it.

When everything seems to impact everything and there's no easy answer, I ask myself: Will this decision take me closer or farther from you? And then it's so clear. Even if it doesn't make sense at the time.

If you don't say it's wrong, then you're telling them you agree.

A veces se necesita que te den un buen golpe en la cabeza para darte cuenta de que lo que siempre has deseado no era lo que más te convenía.

Tengo que hacer la pregunta adecuada?-pregunté. Él negó con la cabeza. -No existe ninguna pregunta. Lo único que cuenta es lo que ves con tus propios ojos.

His mind seemed to expand as time became malleable, and with a sudden pop he could almost feel the world reset with a crystalline clarity of lost chances.

I don't want to live not remembering why I love. (Ivy Tamwood)

For the first time in a long time, I knew who I was and where I was going. And right now, I was going…this way. Happily into the ever-after.

The word of God came down to man as rain to soil, and the result was mud, not clear water. (Bistami) Pg. 128

Language is but a huge set of false analogies. There has to be a better way to make a point.

It seemed to him that nothing would ever be explained, and that all of a sudden each day was slipping away, that time was flying by and they were getting old and nothing would ever come clear.

Analogies always deceive more than they reveal; I am no fan of analogies, I do not use them. Even metaphor, that mental operation we use with almost every word we speak, is slippery and deceptive. I always speak as plainly as I can. And yet language, and therefore thought, is a strange and imprecise game of metaphors and analogies, one that we must play to stay alive.

It was important to get things right, especially if you were going to make sayings out of them.

Winning all those banquet debates had apparently caused Galileo to think that argument was how things were settled in the world. Unfortunately this is never how it happens.

I realized right then and there, the world was real. The World was real .

What one would hope for in an ideology is clarity and explanatory breadth, and power. We leave the proof of this as an exercise for the reader.

Why don't you like it when you can't say why?

Words blur at the borders, fuzz into other words, not just in big clouds of connotation around the edges of the word, but right there in the heart of denotation itself.

No more fucking around, reality has struck