Quotes About Clarity

When I was a wee little kid, remarked Roic, watching over their shoulders, there was a time I thought that any skinny old man I saw was my grandfather. It was pretty confusing.

I can tell you truths. I cannot give you understanding. For how can one give what one does not possess? I have always told the truth.

He wanted to know what I saw in you. I told him... he paused again, and continued almost shyly, that you poured out honor like a fountain, all around you. That's weird. I don't feel full of honor, or anything else, except maybe confusion. Naturally not. Fountains keep nothing for themselves.

In the middle of deep emotional pain, immorality can be rationalized and appear justified because our vision is blurred. We are viewing through the eyes of one focused on relief, not on the Lord.

and as the sea wind blew on that high and lonely place, there began to slip away from the voter's mind the meaningless phrases that had crowded it long - thumping majority - victory in the fight - terminological inexactitudes - and the smell of paraffin lamps dangling in classrooms, and quotations taken from ancient speeches because the words were long.

I have everything I thought was important and nothing that really is. -Lily Francone

Dear, you need to know something about love. When you love someone, you know it. When someone loves you, you know it. There is no question, no wondering, and no guessing. Love is felt within you, and if that is not there then it is very obvious.

dog knew what the words meant.

But don't grovel. Don't apologize. Give him the facts

I believe "I was only…" are three of the most dangerous words in the English language. "I was only joking." "I was only trying to help." "I was only…" No. You weren't.

Mave believed that not being able to see your life clearly, to scrutinize it intelligently, meant that probably you were at the dead center of it, and that couldn't possibly be a bad thing.

I cannot see life, what it's supposed to be: I'm stumped and mystified and frozen in place. Yet other times, I realize, regardless, there's a lot to be thankful for. It's perplexing! How's a soul to know?

There's some folks, that, if they don't know, you can't tell 'em.

I've been in love often enough to be completely exhausted by it, and not to know what it means any more. When you look back afterwards, you can always find another way of putting it. You say, I was obsessed, it was really lust, I was fooling myself, because after you've recovered from being in love, you always decide that that wasn't what it was.

Don't give in to him at all. Deny yourself. Because then your eyes will not be clouded by a madness that you cannot control, and then you will be able to learn to see him as he is.

Indeed, I find that distance lends perspective and I often write better of a place when I am some distance from it. One can be so overwhelmed by the forest as to miss seeing the trees.

When at the typewriter I am no longer where I site but am away across the mountains, in ancient cities or on the Great Plains among the buffalo. Often I think of what pitiful fools are those who use mind-altering drugs to seek feelings they do not have, each drug taking a little more from what they have of mind, leaving them a little less. Give the brain encouragement from study, from thinking, from visualizing, and no drugs are needed.

Suddenly a knowledge came upon me.

staring out at the sunlit street. It was a whole lot simpler out

Seems to me folks waste a sight of time crossing bridges before they get to them. They clutter their minds with odds and ends that interfere with clear thinking.

Don't lie to me, son, said Haskins. When you make a move that ain't called for and plumb necessary, cats will stop eating canned salmon when the tin is off! Loosen up, Jargan, and tell me what you want!

Every thing is what it is" is a famous phrase in British philosophy, and the essence of the empirical view.44*

He didn't want her to know that he didn't understand, but what he didn't realize was that she didn't understand either, so that if he had just told her he didn't understand, she would have understood, but when he told her he understood, then she didn't understand.

It was just like his beautiful hazel eyes with the black dots in the middle. They could see everything except themselves.