Quotes About Clarity

Sometimes the answers are not there until we stand still and listen. But they are there and they are usually surrounded by love. You are too.

May we know You more clearly, love You more dearly, and follow You more nearly, day by day.

I've always wanted to write a song that goes, "I love you" and a book that goes, "Something happened." Something very direct.

There can be no true goodness, nor true love, without the utmost clear-sightedness.

The glance of Love is crystal clear.

With that strange knowing that comes over me, like a clairvoyance, I know that I am sure of myself and my enormous and alarmingly timeless love for you; which will always be.

When we really worship anything, we love not only its clearness but its obscurity. We exult in its very invisibility.

When you're a teenager and you're in love, it's obvious to everyone but you and the person you're in love with.

We women aren't good at hints. We like solid declarations of love and forever.

Love was the key to understanding all of the mysteries.

When one has to ask, "Am I really in love?" the answer is always "No".

Great love leaves little doubt.

I love what I think, and I'm never tempted to believe it.

I really love having an awareness.

I'm driven. I am. I'm driven for some reason. But I don't know where I'm going.

Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't stand the thought of them changing? Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't see clearly?

Before beginning a Hunt, it is wise to ask someone what you are looking for before you begin looking for it.

Jesus won't try to speak over the noise in our lives; love whispers so we won't be confused about who's doing the talking.

There is the love of knowing without the love of learning; the beclouding here leads to dissipation of mind.

Every poem is a momentary stay against the confusion of the world.

Disharmony prevails when you confuse Lust with LOVE, while the distance between the two is endless!

I sift through the jumble of emotions she evokes in me, trying exactly to isolate what it is I feel for her, which is like untying a severely knotted rope, where all you end up with is more knots in a different configuration.

You realize that you don't understand yourself better than you understand anyone else.

you realize that you don't understand yourself any better than you understand anyone else.