Quotes About Revelation

One day you discover you are alive. Explosion! Concussion! Illumination! Delight! You laugh, you dance around, you shout. But, not long after, the sun goes out. Snow falls, but no one sees it, on an August noon.

bums on the outside, libraries inside.

I feel like I've been saving up a lot of things, and I don't know what.

A lot will be lost that way, of course. But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up under them.

Douglas opened one eye. And everything, absolutely everything, was there. The world, like a great iris of an even more gigantic eye, which has also just opened and stretched out to encompass everything, stared back at him.

He felt his smile slide away, melt, fold over and down on itself like a tallow skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out. Darkness. He was not happy. He was not happy. He said the words to himself. He recognized this as the true state of affairs. He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back.

So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life.

And suddenly she was so strange he couldn't believe he knew her at all. He was in someone else's house, like those other jokes people told of the gentleman, drunk, coming home late late at night, unlocking the wrong door, entering a wrong room, and bedding with a stranger and getting up early and going to work and neither of them the wiser.

The man just opened his mouth, which meant that all kinds of secret doors in his body gave way. He did not sing so much as let his soul free.

Isi purta fericirea ca pe o masca, iar fata aceea fugise cu masca prin curtea casei ei, si nu era chip sa se duca sa i-o ceara inapoi.

Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.

I was feeling my way toward something honest, hidden under the trapdoor on the top of my skull.

Entende agora porque os livros são odiados e temidos? Eles mostram os poros no rosto da vida.

one night I met up with Death's friend and didn't know it.

Sentì il sorriso abbandonare la sua faccia, fondersi o ripiegare su se stesso come cera di una candela fantastica che era bruciata troppo a lungo e ora collassava, spenta. Buio, infelicità. Non era un uomo felice, ripeté tra sé. Riconobbe che era questa la verità, indossava la contentezza come una maschera ma adesso la ragazza era scappata, portandola con sé. Non c'era modo di bussare alla sua porta e chiedere che gliela restituisse. Senza

Oh, Dad. I never knew you. I sure know you now.

Es verdad que, hace mucho tiempo, los bomberos apagaban incendios, en vez de provocarlos - No. Las casas han sido siempre a prueba de incendios. Puedes creerme. Te lo digo yo. - ¡Es extraño! Una vez, oí decir que hace muchísimo tiempo las casas se quemaban por accidente y hacían falta bomberos para apagar las llamas.

do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life.

What could he say in a single word, a few words, that would sear all their faces and wake them up?

El fanático incendiario de libros se da cuenta entonces de que todo el pueblo ha escondido los libros memorizándolos. ¡Hay libros por todas partes, escondidos en la cabeza de la gente! El hombre se vuelve loco, y la historia termina.

His eyes took on a different color. It was a subtle shift, a flex, like a man stepping out from the shade of a tree into sunlight on a cloudy day.

God anoints truth.

All men are competent to know the mind of God. There is no revelation special to any people.

When the mask of Darth Vader is removed, you see an unformed man, one who has not developed as a human individual. What you see is a strange and pitiful sort of undifferentiated face.