Quotes About Revelation

Interestingly, the Llewelyn Davies boys were first cousins of gothic novelist Daphne du Maurier, whose own rather gothic childhood is a story in itself, and the reason du Maurier would not permit the publication of her childhood diaries until fifty years after her death.

Let those strikes of lightning come so we will quickly know what leaves us.

Mark very much believed in exposing cracks to the air. He thought that was the only way anything started to heal.

There hadn't been one specific moment. It was like gradualy waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It's a slow process, but when you're awake, there's no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.

Like snow globes, you shake them up, and for a moment everything is upside down and glitter everywhere and it's just like magic - but then it all settles and goes back to where it's supposed to be.

We smile at each other and I feel that wonderful sensation of being known by someone.

But then I saw the way he blushed, the way he looked off into space, and I knew it wasn't for me.

It's kind of silly to feel so disappointed about something you only just realized you wanted.

Triumphantly he says, "Did you predict that, Lara Jean?

This is the moment I realize I don't love him, that I haven't for a while. That maybe I never did. Because he's right there for the taking: I could kiss him again; I could make him mine. But I don't want him. I want someone else. It feels strange to have spent so much time wishing for something, for someone, and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.

What in the world? I stare at him, my mouth open. "I never said you had an STD!

I'm sorry you got that letter. You were never supposed to see that. It wasn't meant for you to ever read. It was just for me." "Maybe it was fate. Maybe this was all supposed to happen just like this, because…because it was always gonna be you and me.

Oh putain ! - Je sais. -Mais qu'est-ce qui t'a pris ? - Honnêtement ? Je n'en ai aucune idée. Ca m'est venu comme ça. - Putain, je ne savais pas que tu étais capable d'un truc pareil. Respect.

I cannot believe that John Ambrose McClaren read that letter. I didn't remember it to be so...naked. With so much...yearning. God, why do I have to be a person who yearns so much?

This is the moment I realise I don't love him, that I haven't for a while. That maybe I never did. Because he's right there for the taking; I could make him mine. But I don't want him. I want someone else.

Parece una tontería estar tan decepcionada por algo que sólo acabas de darte cuenta de que querías, ¿no? • capítulo 49, pág. 277

UNC is a choice I didn't even know I had, like a door that magically appeared, a door that could lead anywhere.

Um, I think they'll figure it out when he's not at the airport, Gogo." Gogo is my nickname for Margot. As in go-go boots.

Lucas, I hate when people say that they have something to tell you and they don't just say it. It's like when people say they have a funny story—like, just hurry up and tell the story and I'll decide for myself if I think it's funny or not.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) / it's always ourselves we find in the sea.

What is it with girls and rain?

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND IT DOES ME NO GOOD AT ALL

As ugly as the truth is, it's even uglier when someone says out loud what you've been thinking to yourself.

You think you want the blue skies, the open road, but really you want the tunnel, you want to know how the story ends.