Quotes About Clarity

Me he quitado la venda de los ojos, Pel. Y ahora, por primera vez, veo lo que me estaba perdiendo

Finally, you come to your senses. Gerard to Isabel - The Stranger I Married

Hardly. We've established some talking points: We have an intense sexual attraction and neither of us wants to date. So what do you want—exactly? Seduction, Eva? Do you want to be seduced?

Directo al grano, siempre lo digo. La vida es demasiado corta para gastarla en tonterías.

B.O.B. and I have a longtime understanding—when we're done with each other, we know exactly which one of us has been used, and it isn't me.

The solution to being with the wrong guy is to leave. There. Solved.

I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am.

God, let me think clearly and brightly; let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences, let me someday see who I am.

If I didn't think, I'd be much happier.

A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.

The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.

If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it.

I had hoped, at my departure, I would feel sure and knowledgeable about everything that lay ahead -- after all, I had been analyzed. Instead, all I could see were question marks.

I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it.

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.

What I cannot forgive is dishonesty - and no matter what, or how hard, I would rather know the truth of which I today had such a clear & devastating vision from his mouth than hear foul evasions, blurrings and rattiness.

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.

I sometimes think my vision of the sea is the clearest thing I own. I pick it up, exile that I am, like the purple 'lucky stones' I used to collect with a white ring all the way round, or the shell of a blue mussel with its rainbowy angel's fingernail interior; and in one wash of memory the colors deepen and gleam, the early world draws breath.

I am aware, sure, I am aware. Catastrophically aware.

I am disabused of all faith, and see too clearly.

I am silver and exact.I have no preconceptions.

The still waters Wrap my lips, Eyes, nose and ears, A clear Cellophane I cannot crack.

I said to myself: Doreen is dissolving, Lenny Shepherd is dissolving, Frankie is dissolving, New York is dissolving, they are all dissolving away and none of them matter any more. I don't know them, I have never known them and I am very pure. All that liquor and those sticky kisses I saw and the dirt that settled on my skin on the way back is turning into something pure.

I simply cannot see where there is to get to.