Quotes About Clarity

Today, I am a clear stream flowing softly through green meadows. I make my way swiftly but gently to my goals.

Understand that WHAT must come before the HOW. First choose WHAT you would do. The HOW usually falls into place of itself.

Pages clarify our yearnings. They keep an eye on our goals. They may provoke us, coax us, comfort us, even cajole us, as well as prioritize and synchronize the day at hand. If we are drifting, the pages will point that out. They will point the way True North. Each morning, as we face the page, we meet ourselves. The pages give us a place to vent and a place to dream. They are intended for no eyes but our own.

A mind too active is no mind at all. THEODORE ROETHKE

I will clear for you a way and a path. Stay close to me. I hold the lantern, dispelling your anxiety. I am your chosen path.

People are told to JUST LET GO. And they would, if they knew what they are holding on to.

What I am actually saying is that we need to be willing to let our intuition guide us, and then be willing to follow that guidance directly and fearlessly. SHAKTI GAWAIN

El arte de escuchar nos proporciona sanación, perspicacia y lucidez. Nos regala alegría y perspectiva. Por encima de todo, nos proporciona conexión.

El arte saca las cosas a la luz. Nos ilumina. Arroja luz sobre la oscuridad que hay en nosotros. Proyecta un rayo luminoso sobre el corazón de nuestras sombras y dice, «¿ves?».

Art ... illuminates us. It sheds light on our lingering darkness. It casts a beam into the heart of our own darkness and says, See?

Slow down and enjoy life. It's not only the scenery you miss by going too fast—you also miss the sense of where you are going and why. EDDIE CANTOR

I took pen to page, praying for guidance.

We are so bemused by our own petard, that we are unable to look at things objectively.

Es algo de lo eterno al goce del minuto lo que tu empeño busca por la ruta encendida de los claros anhelos.

Morty trusted trees far more than he did people. 'You know what a tree can and cannot give you,' he said in one interview. 'It's very straightforward that way. And I am not talking about that cruel Silverstein book, one of the only children's books I've ever thought ought to be banned.

In every life there is a turning point. A moment so tremendous, so sharp and clear that one feels as if one's been hit in the chest, all the breath knocked out, and one knows, absolutely knows without the merest hint of a shadow of a doubt that one's life will never be the same.

Mystification is simple; clarity is the hardest thing of all.

When you are in your twenties, even if you're confused and uncertain about your aims and purposes, you have a strong sense of what life itself is, and of what you in life are, and might become. Later.. later there is more uncertainty, more overlapping, more backtracking, more false memories. Back then, you can remember your short life in its entirety. Later, the memory becomes a thing of shreds and patches.

Whisky, I find, helps clarity of thought. And reduces pain. It has the additional virtue of making you drunk or, if taken in sufficient quantity, very drunk.

If a man cannot tell what he wants to do, then he must find out what he ought to do. If desire has become complicated, then hold fast to duty.

Wisdom consists partly in not pretending anymore, in discarding artifice.

we must be precise with love, its language and its gestures. If it is to save us, we must look at it as clearly as we should learn to look at death

Rather, what happened to human illusions was that they crumbled, they withered away. It was a long and wearisome process, like a toothache reaching far into the soul. But you can pull out a tooth and it will be gone. Illusions, however, even when dead, continue to rot and stink within us. We cannot escape their taste and smell. We carry them around with us all the time.

The better you know someone, the less well you often see them (and the less well they can therefore be transferred into fiction). They may be so close as to be out of focus, and there is no operating novelist to dispel the blur.