Quotes About Clarity

Sometime it's more difficult to know the question than to find an answer.

I think what everyone should be doing, before it's too late, is committing themselves to what they really want to do with their lives.

Put black on white.

In our daily lives, where we're bombarded by the fake and the trivial, reading serves as a way to stop, shut out the noise of the world, and try to grab hold of something real, no matter how small.

Readers, professional or casual, are alert to passages in a book that illuminate what was previously shadowy and formless.

Games are not fun when you don't know you're playing.

There is something about early mornings that changes your perceptions subtly. The light is new; no one has put on the defences of the day. All is reset and not quite real yet.

Shock is a funny thing. Things get both sharp and fuzzy. Time stretches and distorts. Things come rushing into focus and seem larger than they are. Other things vanish to a single point.

With that, I splashed some water on my face, fixed on a smile, and stepped out. I would find Jerome. I would make him explain to me what I was missing. We would laugh, then we would kiss with tongue, and all would be well.

We all know what we're doing. Whether we realize it or not.

That's the thing about speaking—you can talk and talk and have no idea at all what the words leaving your mouth mean, or where they came from.

It was a good brain, but it had only two modes—fog and frenzy.

The idea that Izzy had a full life that didn't revolve around David had somehow never occurred to Stevie. Love made her stupid.

Sometimes you have to see the bathroom to know the harsh reality of things.

Sometimes, it's better not to know.

He saw, on their faces, that stubbornly evasive look...the look of a man cheating himself of his own consciousness.

Jim, I studied engineering in college. When I see things, I see them.

This was reality, she thought, this sense of clear outlines, of purpose, of lightness, of hope.

The faces of the others looked like aggregates of interchangeable features, every face oozing to blend into the anonymity of resembling all, and all looking as if they were melting. Rearden's face, with the sharp planes, the pale blue eyes, the ash-blond hair, had the firmness of ice; the uncompromising clarity of its lines made it look, among the others, as if he were moving through a fog, hit by a ray of light.

If a ray of light falls into a pigsty, it is the ray that shows us the muck and it is the ray that is offensive.

em không th? ch?p nh?n cái ná»­a v?i, cái g?n nhÆ°, cái g?n g?n, cái ? gi?a.

It is here, it exists—but one must enter it naked and alone, with no rags from the falsehoods of centuries, with the purest clarity of mind—not an innocent heart, but that which is much rarer: an intransigent mind—as one's only possession and key.

The most beautiful words were those which were not needed.

Of course I'm all right, professor. I had to be. A is A.- John Galt