Quotes About Revelation

The fall of the Stone will be one of the major proofs that the Dragon has been reborn. May the Stone stand till I am dust.

Tuon looked at him, squatting there by the map, moving his fingers over its surface, and suddenly she saw him in a new light. A buffoon? No. A lion stuffed into a horse-stall might look like a peculiar joke, but a lion on the high plains was something very different. Toy was loose on the high plains, now. She felt a chill. What sort of man had she entangled herself with? After all this time, she realized, she had hardly a clue.

Truth almost always did come out in the end, but by the end, truth was often so wrapped around with rumors and speculation and absolute lies that most people never did believe it.

At the end of time, when the many become one, the last storm shall gather its angry winds to destroy a land already dying. And at its center, the blind man shall stand upon his own grave. There he shall see again, and weep for what has been wrought.

a open pot can't hide, a inch-opened door can't hide much, but an open man is hiding the universe. she says something else, but i cannot remember the rest.

people often did not like hearing about their futures, even when they said they wanted to.

Who are you? What do you want?" The black-clad man drew himself up arrogantly. "Once I was called Elan Morin Tedronai, but now—" "Betrayer of Hope.

Yes, Aviendha had heard stories of this place. Those stories had failed to convey the full truth. One could not describe this place. One had to experience it. (A Memory Of Light: Wheel of Time Book 14, Robert Jordan)

There's always something new from you,' Perrin growled. 'Can't you tell us what to expect once in a while, instead of explaining after it happens?

Who are you that addresses me so? Hide your face from me, stranger. I had a son, once, with a face like that. I do not wish to see it on a killer.

Rand threw open the door to the kitchens, and there they were. Moiraine rested her serene eyes on him, unsurprised.

Please ta meetcha, kid. I'm Aahz. Oz? No Relation. No relation to what? I asked, but he was examining the room again.

When she first came here she used to think there was somebody up in those big buildings who knows what's going on here. They would never come down and talk to her. After a while she found out nobody knows what's going on.

Waiting. For that missing seed crystal of thought that would suddenly solidify everything.

You follow these little discrepancies long enough and they sometimes open up into huge revelations.

Art is the Godhead as revealed in the works of man.

Ein Wissender weiß, dass nichts wahr ist und die ganze Wahrheit erst am Ende aller Tage liegt.

Sie las in ihrem Leiden viel und entdeckte, daß ihr etwas verlorengegangen war, von dessen Besitz sie vordem nicht viel gewußt hatte: eine Seele. Was ist das? – Es ist negativ leicht bestimmt: es ist eben das, was sich verkriecht, wenn man von algebraischen Reihen hört.

Es war ihm beim Zustandekommen dieser unerwarteten Lösung einre jener außer der Regel liegenden Gedanken zu Hilfe gekommen, von denen man nicht sowohl sagen könnte, dass sie erst dann entstehen, wenn man sie nicht mehr erwartet, als vielmehr, dass ihr überraschendes Aufleuchten an das der Geliebten erinnert, die längst schon zwischen den anderen Freundinnen da war, ehe der bestürzte Freier zu verstehen aufhört, dass er ihr andere hat gleichstellen können.

A man of knowledge knows that nothing is true and that the whole truth will be revealed only at the end of time. Science is amoral. All our glorious thrusting of ourselves into the Unknown gets us out of the habit of being personally concerned with our conscience; in fact, it doesn't even give us the satisfaction of taking our conscience entirely seriously.

For the truth is a terrible thing. You dabble your foot in it and it is nothing. But you walk a little farther and you feel it pull you like an undertow or a whirlpool. First there is the slow pull so steady and gradual you scarcely notice it, then the acceleration, then the dizzy whirl and plunge into darkness. For there is a blackness of truth, too. They say it is a terrible thing to fall into the Grace of God. I am prepared to believe that.

I longed to know the world's name.

I've wondered why it took us so long to catch on. We saw it, and yet we didn't see it. Or rather we were trained not to see it. Conned perhaps into thinking that the real action was metropolitan and all this was just boring hinterland. It was a puzzling thing. The truth knocks on the door and you say, Go away. I'm looking for the truth. And so it goes away. Puzzling.

Sólo cuando nos miramos en él, encontramos la verdad.