Quotes About Clarity

Water is peaceful. I am at rest. In the water, I am safe and pulled in where I can't get out. Everything slows down— the noise and the racing of my thoughts.

Which of my feelings are real? Which of the mes is me? There is only one me I've ever really liked, and he was good and awake as long as he could be.

Suddenly none of this would matter. No more worrying about where we're going or what's to become of us or if we'll ever disappoint another person again. All of it – just gone.

Sometimes, Ultraviolet, things feel true to us even if they're not.

Later then, Ultraviolet." "What did you call me?" "You heard me.

Penso bem melhor à noite, quando todo mundo está dormindo. Sem interrupções. Gosto da sensação de estar acordado quando ninguém está.

Open your eyes and look at me! I'm right bloody here!

Life has a funny way of giving us answers when we haven't even asked the questions.

said, "The Guiding Light.

Let those strikes of lightning come so we will quickly know what leaves us.

My good man, could we have one deadly issue to deal with at a time?

Good," said Anita. "Do you know what you're not thinking about when you're slicing zucchini?" "Everything else?" "Correct. You're not overthinking everything else.

Oh crap,' she said, as Apostil became more demanding. 'I did that thing where I was drunkenly utterly convinced I was sober.

To understand what a person means or says, it's basically necessary to already know what that person means or is saying.

There hadn't been one specific moment. It was like gradualy waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It's a slow process, but when you're awake, there's no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.

I hate when people say that they have something to tell you and they don't just say it.

Like snow globes, you shake them up, and for a moment everything is upside down and glitter everywhere and it's just like magic - but then it all settles and goes back to where it's supposed to be.

When that piece makes sense, everything else starts to.

When did you know you were in love?" I didn't have an answer to that question. There hadn't been one specific moment. It was like gradually waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It's a slow process, but when you're awake, there's no mistaking it.

Laurel was no bullshit. She didn't say things she didn't mean.

not the kind of girl to break up and get back together on a whim; once she's decided something, that's it. There's no waffling, no regrets. It's like she said: when she's done, she's just done.

This is the moment I realize I don't love him, that I haven't for a while. That maybe I never did. Because he's right there for the taking: I could kiss him again; I could make him mine. But I don't want him. I want someone else.

En este momento me doy cuenta que no lo amo, que no lo he hecho por un tiempo. Que tal vez nunca lo hice. Porque él está ahí y es mío si lo quiero, lo podría besar otra vez, podría hacerlo mío. Pero no lo quiero. Quiero a alguien más. Se siente raro haber gastado tanto tiempo deseando algo, a alguien, y luego un día, de repente, solo se detiene.

It's hard to redefine something that never had a clear definition in the first place.