Quotes About Clarity

At last I feel identified with the mountains, clean, cold, hard, detached.

Perhaps somewhere in the universe there was a touchstone that she had never found, perhaps there was a clue that would make everything simple and clear--if only she knew where to look....

But the important thing about learning to wait, I feel sure, is to know what you are waiting for.

People respond well to those that are sure of what they want.

Meditation needs an awake mind not an unconscious one.

Only the bellying treetops surrounding the campground are darker than the sky. I let the light go without protest; I am so filled with it right now. It makes me feel transparent, like bright glass, like a window open wide.

Having someone sensible to talk to. Meaning someone who doesn't have a wiggle-waggle." -Karla, The Queen's Bargain

We know how it ends practically before it starts. That's why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.

Speaking a story can be an act of letting in light.

I always lacked common sense when taken by surprise.

So about an hour later we are in the taxi shooting along empty country roads towards town. The April light is clear as an alarm. As we pass them it gives a sudden sense of every object existing in space on its own shadow. I wish I could carry this clarity with me into the hospital where distinctions tend to flatten and coalesce. I wish I had been nicer to him before he got crazy. These are my two wishes.

Kinds of water drown us. Kinds of water do not.

There is something you should know. And the right way to know it is by a cherrying of your mind.

Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.

Depression is one of the unknown modes of being. There are no words for a world without a self, seen with impersonal clarity. All language can register is the slow return to oblivion we call health when imagination automatically recolors the landscape and habit blurs perception and language takes up its routine flourishes.

I wait for the kind of sense that dawn makes, when you have not slept.

It is not that the Hegartys don't know what they want, it is that they don't know HOW to want. Something about their wanting went catastrophically astray.

Far below were the limestone flats they called the Flaggy Shore; grey rocks under a grey sky, and there were days when the sea was a glittering grey and your eyes could not tell if it was dusk or dawn, your eyes were always adjusting. It was like the rocks took the light and hid it away. And that was the thing about Boolavaun, it was a place that made itself hard to see.

Pay attention, Job, and listen to me; be silent, and I will speak. JOB 33:31

Run to God and cling to Him. God understands every verbal barb, every covert injustice, every emotional shard, every leering look, every jeering smirk. But He also keeps the books, and one day He will make everything right.

The angrier you were, the less likely you were to think clearly.

Sometimes one appears to have more freedom than one actually possesses. It is easy to see what one wishes to see.

Maybes never are.

I find there is a quality to being alone that is incredibly precious. Life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid, fuller than before.