Quotes About Clarity

What he lacks in clarity, he makes up for in consistency.

Too clear, too clean. The problem was precision, perfection;

Mysteries that are destroyed by measurement were never truly mysterious; only our ignorance made them seem so.

I was peeling apart in layers. I was breaking into bits. She was coming apart at the seams … my head buzzing with a confusion of junk noise, white noise, space junk, a junkyard of noisy thought that made me long instead for a lovely, petaled silence.

It was starting to rain, big sloppy drops spilling onto the windshield. No thunder yet. His driving was stymied by a clobbering sensation of loss. But what exactly had he lost? Himself as he had been, firm-bodied and flabby-minded? Some clarity of vision he once had possessed? Or was it the old, dormant chamber of his bicameral mind calling out to him, reminding him of the days when rocks and trees and statues had spoken with the voices of gods?

Well, I'm the guy talking. Someone's always doing the talking, just a lot of times you don't know who it is or what their reasons are.

he needed to be young or nothing about him made any sense

Knowing your latitude and longitude is not the same as knowing where you are.

The forest is like a sentient creature drawing breath around me. The moon's brightness has a sound. It rings in the sky. I've had a fever, which has been hard, but it has left my mind clearer than before. There's another way of seeing the world, like looking through the bottom of a glass.

The secret to a happy ending, Mom used to tell us, is knowing when to walk away.

There are so many ways to go wrong. All we've got are metaphors, and they're never exactly right. You can never just Say. The. Thing.

In study after study, researchers find that if people are unclear about where they are going, they'll just default to their old patterns and habits.

I have great respect for writers who are humble, whose language allows the reader to see the story but doesn't get in the way. Language is a window, and if the window is clean, you shouldn't be aware you're looking through glass.

Is it still a lie, if you're masking what matters but what you're saying is technically true?

I understand now. The three of you share a single iota of common sense. I'm just a little unclear on which one of you has custody of it now.

I was done knowing better , when I didn't really know anything at all.

How do you go out there, again and again, knowing what you're going to find?" "I tell myself that I don't find bodies," Mac replied evenly. "I find answers. I find lost ones, and I bring them home.

Some puzzles make more sense at two hundred miles an hour.

It makes perfect sense—Hawthorne sense.

There's nothing like speed for getting out of your own head—and out of your own way.

Distractions aren't just distractions. Sometimes, you need them to break the loop.

It doesn't have to be anything other than what it is. No messy feelings. No obligations. No promises. No expectations.

The truth was, she liked the sparse look of bare countertops and shelves; the empty white walls felt like a clean slate.

What people don't understand, they destroy.