Quotes About Clarity

Neurosis is the inability to tolerate ambiguity.

I am old. And tired of the terrible clarity of the young.

She badly wanted to go on in this room in the place where she knew precisely who she was, the edges firm, the corners strong.

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

There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying.

There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart.

All living seems to be changed — It's as though the sky will never be clear again —

I wish I could be built so that stupidity and dullness wouldn't bother me as much, but I just can't help it. It may sound paradoxical, but with time one wishes to be a hermit instead of always being around people. - Doctor Doris Maza

I know. I'm angry because I understand, not because I don't.

A - Il n'y a pas de secrets M - Il n'y a que des aveugles

Mizuta Masahide's haiku: "My barn having burned down / I can now see the moon.

Slowly, slowly, I accumulate sentences. I have no idea what I'm doing until suddenly it reveals itself, almost done.

They are preparing to go to war, and with so little time to waste, they say what they mean.

I understood things then. Somehow I became confused in the ensuing years.

Details aren't automatically interesting.

Will you calm down for a minute, you psycho chicken, and tell me what the hell is going on?

Oh God." I told you not to look." No, you didn't. You said 'in a minute.' That's not the same thing at all." It is to me." She swallowed back her gorge. Her throat was tight in the aftermath. "I'm adding communication issues to the stuff we need to work on." I communicate just fine. The way I see it, your listening is off.

You know how sometimes you can be going along and do something or say something, and suddenly you *know* yourself? I mean, it's like you're looking at somebody else, and it's just so fucking clear you want to hit something.

I was whole again, clear-headed, vital and focused in a way I hadn't been since I was first learning magic, first learning to be free.

What happened was I hit the cold place inside my head, the place where I'd been when I killed people for a living, the place especially where I ended up when a job looked like it was going bad. I can't describe it so it makes sense. It's really cold and really clear and nothing in the world matters except not fucking up the job-in this case, getting my damn brother on board this ship because it was what he'd said he wanted.

I had a moment of clarity, a moment when the world snapped into place like a dislocated joint back into its socket.

He met my eyes-only for a moment, but enough that I knew we saw each other, as we so rarely did, plainly.

I saw his smile, and I wanted, with the sudden pitiless clarity of a lightning bolt, to drag him away-out of the engine's maw, of the labyrith's heart, out of the cold and sleepless dark beneath Summerdown.

I'm not what you might call a mystery. I'm pretty much an open book – Jake says I'm an audio book, because everything I'm thinking comes out of my mouth.