Quotes About Clarity

Now that I am dead, I know everything.

The small details of life often hide a great significance.

Human understanding is fallible, and we see through a glass, darkly. Any religion is a shadow of God. But the shadows of God are not God.

As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our day.

How were we to know we were happy?

I thought everyone would be familiar with this figure: if I'd studied a thing in school I assumed it was general knowledge. I hadn't yet discovered that I lived in a sort of transparent balloon, drifting over the world without making much contact with it, and that the people I knew appeared to me at a different angle from the one at which they appeared to themselves; and that the reverse was also true. I was smaller to others, up there in my balloon, than I was to myself. I was also blurrier.

Not real can tell us about real.

I wish I was ignorant, so I didn't know how ignorant I am

As it says in the Bible, For now we through a glass, darkly; but then face to face. If it is face to face, there must be two looking.

Sanity is a valuable possession.

It's clear, it's fresh, like a mint candy.

Why hyphenate, why parenthesize, unless absolutely necessary?

So few people understand about anything.

Each thing is valid and really there. It is through a field of such valid objects that I must pick my way, every day and in every way. I put a lot of effort into making such distinctions. I need to make them. I need to be very clear, in my own mind.

When you focus on details like this - close up, really clear, totally useless - you know you're in shock

When you are in the middle of a story it isn't a story at all, but only a confusion;

She finds this objectivity of hers, this clarity, almost more depressing than she can bear, not because there is anything hideous or repellant about this man but because he has now returned to the ordinary level, the level of things she can see, in all their amazing and complex particularity, but cannot touch.

She wasn't stupid. She just didn't want to put her neuron power into long sentences.

like a pathway through a forest, like a carpet for royalty, it shows me the way

It's old light, and there's not much of it. But it is enough to see by.

The world was no longer solid and dependable, it was porous and deceptive. Anything could disappear. At the same time, everything I looked at was very clear. It was like one of those surrealist paintings we'd studied in school the year before. Melted clocks in the desert, solid but unreal.

And so I step up, into the darkness within; or else the light.

there are some things that do not fare well in high definition.

They'd like to see through me, but nothing is more opaque than absolute transparency.