Quotes About Revelation

De toda esa miríada negra, cabalgándose y atropellándose, hacía una forma informe e inquietante, y me di cuenta, de súbito, que mi cuerpo estaba cubierto de piel de gallina. En la oscura pantalla, mis ojos turbios se reblandecieron como metal a punto de derretirse, y en voz baja le dije a aquel yo al borde de la licuefacción: '¿quién eres tú? ¿de qué estás hecho?

This is natural: one must read Herodotus's book-and every great book-repeatedly; with each reading it will reveal another layer, previously overlooked themes, images, and meanings. For within every great book there are several others.

En aquel entonces, la literatura parecía serlo todo. En ella se buscaba fuerzas para vivir, señales para enfilar uno u otro camino, una revelación.

Ahora miraréis, en la tiniebla, a los que nunca debisteis ver, y no a los que tanto ansiasteis conocer.

No hagas nada en secreto, porque el tiempo lo ve todo y lo oye todo, y lo revela todo.

Don't you know that a midnight hour comes when everyone has to take off his mask? Do you think life always lets itself be trifled with? Do you think you can sneak off a little before midnight to escape this?

Life has its own hidden forces which you can only discover by living.

The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught. You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it, but only in such a way that it catches you.

An illusion can never be destroyed directly, and only by indirect means can it be radically removed... That is, one must approach from behind the person who is under an illusion.

If the sphere of paradox-religion is abolished, or explained away in aesthetics, an Apostle becomes neither more nor less than a genius, and then--good night, Christianity! Esprit and the Spirit, revelation and originality, a call from God and genius, all end by meaning more or less the same thing.

What good would it do me if truth stood before me, cold and naked, not caring whether I recognized her or not?

Every person shudders at becoming a personality, shudders at standing as a personality vis-à-vis others?he shudders at it because he knows very well that this makes it possible for the others to catch sight of him. The human being shudders at becoming manifest; thus he loves, if not pitch darkness, then at any rate twilight, mystification, impersonality.

la fe […] es lo más grande que se pueda poseer; por eso al filosofía comete un fraude cuando nos ofrece otra cosa a cambio y habla despectivamente de la fe. La filosofía no puede ni debe darnos la fe, sino que debe comprenderse a sí misma, saber lo que está en grado de ofrecer, no ocultar nada y mucho menos birlarnos una cosa determinada, considerándola una nadería

I had a hell of a time getting here, brother," I revealed when we had finished trading insincerities.

The man is always the last to know when Cupid has struck him -Anonymous, Memoirs of a Mistress

I swear, Oliver, when did you become such a stick-in-the-mud?" "I've always been a stick-in-the-mud." Her brother cast her a thin smile. "I just hid it beneath all the debauchery." She sniffed. "I wish you'd hide it again. It's quite annoying.

The girls gasp. Billie grins proudly.

Full revelation, she couldn't help feeling, was something which was considered a virtue only among the reckless or the cruel.

We crave permission openly to become our secret selves.

We fell into the love that had been lying beneath our love like water below ice, and understood that while we had been having a lot of fun together we had only been skating on the surface, and now we were in as deep as we could go.

There is no bitterness like that of man who finds out he has been believing in a ghost.

one could accept Muhammad as a genuine mystic—just as one could accept Joan of Arc's voices as having genuinely been heard by her, or the revelations of Saint John the Divine as being that troubled soul's 'real' experiences—without needing also to accept that, had one been standing next to the Prophet of Islam on Mount Hira that day, one would also have seen the Archangel.

Mahound comes to me for revelation, asking me to choose between monotheist and henotheist alternatives, and I'm just some idiot actor having a bhaenchud nightmare, what the fuck do I know, yaar, what to tell you, help. Help.

The alphabet is where all our secrets begin.