Quotes About Clarity

So young a child, said the gentleman sitting opposite to her, (he was dressed in white paper,) ought to know which way she's going, even if she doesn't know her own name!

I'm afraid I can't explain myself. Because I am not myself, you see?

I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly, Alice replied very politely, for I can't understand it myself, to begin with, and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.

When you come to any passage you don't understand, read it again: if you still don't understand it, read it again: if you fail, even after three readings, very likely your brain is getting a little tired. In that case, put the book away, and take to other occupations, and next day, when you come to it fresh, you will very likely find that it is quite easy.

De eso me quejo! ¡Es que deberías haber dicho lo que querías! ¿De qué sirve una niña que habla sin sentido? Incluso los chistes deben tener un sentido y los niños son más importantes que los chistes, espero.

Cuando yo utilizo una palabra significa lo que yo quiero que signifique, ni más ni menos.

If you don't know where you're going, any road will get you there.

No, I call. Come back. I'm here, he says. But I can't see. It's too bright. You can't hold back the light, Gemma. I'm here. Trust me.

People see what they want to see when they need to.

What you want can be yours. But you must first know what it is you want.

Truth casts a spell of its own.

dreams were dreams and reality was reality and she felt people were better off understanding the difference.

The uncertainty of our future is nothing more than a fog of breath on a windowpane.

What do I want? Why is that simple question - four little words - so impossible to answer?

High above it all, the window washers hoist themselves up by the miracle of rope and hover in midair on small planks to clean away the grit of so many dreams discarded. They wipe their cloths until the lives on the other side of the window become clearer. Every now and then, faces appear at these windows. Eyes meet for a second, maybe two, the observed and the observer each surprised to find the other exists. Then they look quickly away, the connection unmade, islands once more.

I want to be a woman of focus. I don't want to live by default, but by design.

Ella's focus was eternal, and her focus led to an internal contentment.

I told you, we haven't had sex! It was just a kiss. Like the Viper was just a car, and Mount Everest was just a hill.

But never had he felt more enthralled than he was right now, sitting beside Evie on a weathered old dock, with a blazing afternoon sun, almost brutal in its clarity, bathing everything in pure light. Sweat trickled down his back and chest from the steamy heat, and his entire body pulsed with life. Even his fingertips throbbed. It took all of his formidable self-control to prevent himself from pushing her down on the dock and spreading her legs for his entry.

No matter how many orgasms you have, if you have any common sense to begin with, it always comes back.

I'm not good at games, Robert. Don't kiss me unless it's for read. Don't come around unless you mean to stay. Do you mean marriage? he asked coolly, his expressive eyebrows lifting. ...if you're looking for a summer affair, I'm not your woman. His mouth twisted as an unreadable expression crossed his face. Oh, but you are. You just haven't admitted it to yourself yet.

She had learned that if you kept asking the same question, you would often get different answers, and eventually the evasions would cease and the real answer would emerge.

heaven or hell...She couldn't tell one from the other.

Why is it so important that you know right now who he is? If he lives, you can ask him. If he dies—" She halted abruptly.