Quotes About Clarity

Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.

Never have you patience frankly to speak forth to me the thing that you purpose.

If you can't make yourself understood by your friends, you'll be in trouble when your enemies come for you.

Nonetheless, I felt like I knew him well enough so that we did not have to do much talking. From the very beginning I had felt a definite contact with Yeoman, a kind of tenuous understanding that talk is pretty cheap in this league and that a man who knew what he was after had damn little time to find it, much less to sit back and explain himself.

Not a wasted word. This has been a main point to my literary thinking all my life.

Fear? I know not fear. There are only moments of confusion.

you can get a lot higher without drugs than with them.

As the Siamese says: Pea rattles loud in empty head.

We can cite the tribesman who pointed out that the circles in spider webs are sticky, whereas the radii are not. This means, he said, that if you wander from side to side in life you get stuck, but if you move toward its center you don't. p380

The only thing that is unqualifiedly good is extended vision, the enlargement of one's understanding of the ultimate nature of things.

If we were to take Hinduism as a whole...and compress it into a single affirmation, we would find it saying: You can have what you want. This sounds promising, but it throws the problem back in our laps. For what do we want? It is easy to give a simple answer- not easy to give a good one. p13

si las puertas de la percepcion fueran depuradas, todo apareceria ante el ser humano tal y como es, infinito

You can't learn a science unless you know what it's all about.

It is good to remove oneself sometimes and get a sense of perspective from a little further away.

It made me feel good to know that I could see him and he couldn't see me, and that I was aware and fully conscious and he wasn't

Where am I?' he asked and was surprised that his voice sounded firm and clear.

Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.

In that shrinking moment he discovered that he had never hated anyone until now. It was a feeling as pure as love, but dispassionate and icily rational.

Don't unpack your heart. One detail tells the truth.

Initially, a simple phrase chased round and round in Cecilia's thoughts: Of course, of course. How had she not seen it? Everything was explained. The whole day, the weeks before, her childhood. A lifetime. It was clear to her now. Why else take so long to choose a dress, or fight over a vase, or find everything so different, or be unable to leave? What had made her so blind, so obtuse?

Daylight seemed then to be the physical manifestation of common sense.

Everyone knew as much as they needed to know to be happy.

What can it be about low temperatures that sharpens the edges of objects?

While my friends struggled and calculated, I reached a solution by a set of floating steps that were partly visual, partly just a feeling for what was right. It was hard to explain how I knew what I knew.