Quotes About Clarity

it sounded stupid, but of course everything does when you're just getting the bare bones facts, only the basics...

See for me, it's immediate. Silence is so freaking loud.' This seemed either deep or deeply oxymoronic. I wasn't sure which.

I wanted to tell him so. Find the right words, string them together in the ideal way, knowing that here they would have the best chance of sounding perfect.

Happy, normal lives going on in happy, normal ways, in a works that was anything but. Once you realize this, experienced something that made it crystal clear, you couldn't forget it. Like a face. Or a name. However you learn that truth, once it's with you, it never really goes away.

There were so many people, so much to navigate, and as the distance fluctuated between us his hand kept slipping, down my arm to my wrist. And maybe he was going to let go as people pressed in on all sides, but all I could think was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of. So as I felt his fingers loosening around my wrist, I just wrapped my own around them, right, and held on

This is personal, she'd said. Real. This moment was too, even if you couldn't see it at first glance. It was fake on the outside, but so true within. You only had to look, really look to tell.

How it seemed like you could see everything, but certain things were blocked out, hidden.

Like life isn't complicated enough. You should at least be able to follow the signs.

You need demarcation. Demarcation? I asked. It means a clear separation between two things, he told me. A solid end before a clean beginning. No murky borders. Clarity.

From what I could see, the hardwood was just fine. Then again, I'd just see a windmill and an open sky, too, never feeling the need to conquer either. You think it's all obvious and straightforward, this world. But really, it's all in who is doing the looking.

Everything had started in such sharp detail, each aspect pronounced and clear. Obviously, endings were different. Harder to see, full of shapes that could be one thing or another, with all the things that you were once so sure of suddenly not familiar, if they were even recognizable at all.

That was one of the things about the night. Stuff that would be weird in the bright light of day just wasn't so much once you passed a certain hour. It was like the dark just evened it all out somehow.

I wasn't ready to think about the other yet: that it wasn't that I wasn't right for Macon, but that maybe he wasn't right for me. There was a difference. Even for someone who things didn't come easy for, someone like me.

Maybe I'd just figured out there were some things you were better off not knowing

All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this.

You couldn't see the key around my neck: it hung too low under both collars. But if I leaned in close, I could make it out, buried deep beneath. Out of sight, hard to recognize, but still able to be found, even if I was the only one to ever look for it.

Happy, normal lives going on in happy, normal ways, in a world that was anything but. Once you realized this, experienced something that made it crystal clear, you couldn't forget it. Like a face. Or a name. However you first learn that truth, once it's with you, it never really goes away.

I mean, at least with an argument, you know what's happening. Or have some idea. Silence is...it could be anything.

Timing clicking together, finally, pieces falling into place.

It was the only time I'd ever heard someone ask, Can you grab me the spoon? as opposed to a spoon, which at least connoted there was more than one.

You need a third option, he said. Yeah. I guess i do. He nodded, absorbing this. Well, he said,For what it's worth, it's been my experience that they don't appear at first. You kind of have to look a little more closely. And when does that happen? He shugged. When you're ready to see them, I guess.

When you only had words, you had to make up for things, say what you might not need to otherwise.

There's something just obvious about emptiness, even when you try to convince yourself otherwise.

Nicely put," I said. "And all in less than two minutes." "Conciseness is underrated," she said easily.