Quotes About Clarity

Innocence is a better world.

original work fashions a form the true shape of which it discovers only as it proceeds, so the early strokes are useless, however fine their sheen. Only when a paragraph's role in the context of the whole work is clear can the envisioning writer direct its complexity of detail to strengthen the work's ends.

Usually it is a bit of a trick to keep your knowledge from blinding you.

All right then. Pull yourself together. Is there where I'm spending my life, in the reptile brain, this lamp at the top of the spine like a lighthouse flipping mad beams indiscriminately into the darkness, into the furred thoraxes of moths, onto the backs of leaping fishes and the wrecks of schooners? Come up a level; surface.

If you can't see the forest for the trees, then look at the trees; when you've looked at enough trees, you've seen a forest, you've got it.

I didn't obscure anything, I just left it out.

The girl went through the experience that we all go through and forget, the moment we are born. She saw, but it did not mean anything but a lot of different kinds of brightness.

Frances learns something in this moment that will allow her to survive and function for the rest of her life. She finds out that one thing can look like another. That the facts of a situation don't necessarily indicate anything about the truth of a situation. In this moment, fact and truth become separated and commence to wander like twins in a fairy-tale, waiting to be reunited by that special someone who possesses the secret of telling them apart.

Byrn speaks and I understand him without effort, his words as clear as spring water. / Ask a favour of the plover, he says. Borrow her eyes. / Then I am flying through the air, and the flying is his song, and I am / the flying, and his words are golden ribbons scrolling about me, bearing / me along. I see the plover's wing and I am the plover. Suspended. / Above the moor. There is no longer any I, only All. / Simple. Vast. Unknown. / All to be forgot on waking, like dew on a spiderweb.

James discovered that there is nothing so congenial to lucid thought as a clear view of the sea. It aired his mind, tuned his nerves and scoured his soul. He determined always to live in sight of it.

You're not bad ... you're just lost. I know exactly where I am. That doesn't mean you're not lost.

Lenguaje auténtico me parece a mí aquel en el que la palabra y la cosa coinciden»

Uma frigideira de saltear como deve de ser, por exemplo, deve ser capaz de causar sérios estragos cerebrais se baterem com ela na cabeça de alguém. Se têm sérias dúvidas sobre qual é que se vai amachucar – a cabeça da vítima ou a sua frigideira – então atirem a frigideira para o lixo.

That chef was right: messy station equals messy mind.

A man who serves language, however imperfectly, should always serve truth.

Thought can organize the world so well that you are no longer able to see it.

Having a moment of clarity was one thing; I'd had moments like that before. It had to be followed with a dedicated push of daily exercise. It's a trite axiom, but practice DOES make perfect. If you want to be a strong swimmer or an accomplished musician, you have to practice. It's the same with sobriety, though the stakes are higher. If you don't practice your program every day, you're putting yourself in a position where you could fly out of the orbit one more time.

I had to sit with my senses. This clear, beautiful intuition took over. I knew exactly how I felt, and I wasn't confused or clouded or compromised. I realized that none of my feelings had diminished, but I might have to lose someone I truly loved. I didn't want to run away from Claire, but I knew drug addiction was strong enough that I had to be willing, if need be, to let go of the person I'd just fallen in love with.

Verbal description of everything, however, must remain infinitely distant from the thing itself, overstatement and understatement sometimes hitting off the truth better than a flat assertion of bare fact.

It is, indeed, strange how often persons, living in other respects quite unobjectively, can suddenly become acutely objective about some specific concern of their own.

Enormous simplifications were possibly necessary to carry a deeper truth than lay on the surface of a mass of unsorted detail.

I could not remember the story with sufficient clarity.

An important aspect of writing unmentioned by Burton was 'priority'; what to tell first. That always seemed one of the basic problems.

The quality of your life is a direct reflection of the quality of the questions you are asking yourself