Brigid Berlin Quotes

Nothing like being visible, publishing one's work, and speaking openly about one's life, to disabuse the world of the illusion of one's perfection and purity.

There are two kinds of light - the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures.

Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.

The poet is on the side of undeceiving the world.

A room is not a room without natural light.

It is the nature of truth to struggle to the light.

Time and events bring out the truth, but they also deal a mortal blow.

Nothing in the world in perfect. Even a still photograph.

You've got to understand and accept that nothing in the world is perfect. The sooner you understand that, the better it will be.

Light is a powerful substance. We have a primal connection to it. But, for something so powerful, situations for its felt presence are fragile.

You never have these moments that, you know, are always perfect. Always something happens.

The universe doesn't allow perfection.

There is no perfection only life

I say what other people only think, and when all the rest of the world is in a conspiracy to accept the mask for the true face, mine is the rash hand that tears off the plump pasteboard and shows the bare bones beneath.

Perfect and bulletproof are seductive, but they don’t exist in the human experience.

You'll see some bad things, but if you didn't see them, they'd still be happening.

Sooner or later,reality does occor and when it does, all the lies show up, like blood on snow.

Where the past is venerated the clean and those who clean things up should be kept out. Piety is never happy without a little dust, dirt, and rubbish.

There is nothing perfect...only life.

Nothing is hidden under the sun.

Perfectionism means that you try not to leave so much mess to clean up. But clutter and mess show us that life is being lived.

By the flaws in the picture the truth will emerge.

People who, out of an inborn moderation, leave every glass standing only half-emptied refuse to admit that everything in the world has its sediments and dregs.

Truth is a naked and open daylight

But the dust! And the clutter! My housewifely and scholarly instincts were equally offended.