Quotes About Revelation

Where did he take you?" she asked. She had wanted to ask this question for four years. It had taken that long for the words to come out. Some words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow.

She did believe in one thing, something so vast and deep she couldn't bring herself to tell John, even though it was probably safe to confide in someone she would never see again. She believed that people could lose themselves.

I think that people can surprise you in so many ways, both with cruelty and with kindness.

Some secrets were much harder to keep than others, especially ones you kept from yourself.

Love begins in curious ways, in daylight or in darkness, when you are in search of it or when you least expect to find it. You may think it is one thing, when in fact it is something else entirely: infatuation, loneliness, seduction

Everyone said it was the earthquake; it disrupted atoms in the air, bringing out the worst you had hidden inside.

Onde havia uma mentira, sempre se descobriam outras.

The story is always about searching for the truth, no matter what it might bring. Even when nothing was what it appeared to be, when everything hidden, there was a center not even I could run from: who I truly was, what I felt, what I was deep inside.

Perhaps I was drawn to stories in which people found their true desires because I was a stranger to myself.

No wonder that afterward Lynn told anyone within earshot that she now believed it was impossible ever to divine a person's truest nature. Eric Herman, on the other hand, was not really surprised at Betsy's sudden departure. He had seen the way she'd looked at lightening.

In that instant he saw everything there was to know about love. It terrified and humbled him and made him realize how little he knew.

Some words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow.

itself, had emerged from that shadow.

With her eyes to the ceiling she said, "It's a baby grand." Her husband turned his head on the pillow. He might have been startled to find her there. He frowned, and then hesitated, and then whispered, disbelieving, "You can tell already?

And yet the truth is so essential that its loss exacts a heavy toll, in the form of grave illness.

Then, however, comes 'the work of forgiveness, which is apparently necessary if one is to heal. Many young people who have AIDS or are drug-addicted die in the wake of their effort to forgive so much. What they do not realize is that they are trying to keep the repression of their childhood intact.

It seemed to me that winter was the time for love, not spring. In winter the habitable world was so much contracted; out of that little shut-in space we lived in, fantastic hopes might bloom. But spring revealed the ordinary geography of the place; the long, brown roads, the old cracked sidewalks underfoot, all the tree branches broken off in winter storms, that had to be cleared out of the yards. Spring revealed distances, exactly as they were.

the world is tumbling with innocent-seeming objects ready to declare themselves, slippery and obliging.

He liked her not knowing. I could tell. He liked her not knowing. Her ignorance woke a pleasure that melted on his tongue, like a lick of toffee.

Anecdotes don't make good stories. Dig down so far that what finally comes out is not even what you thought it was about.

She would have said that love was hocus-pocus, a deception, and she believed that. But at the prospect she still felt a hush, a flutter along the nerves, a bowing down of sense, a flagrant postration

She smiled at me with such merriment of recognition, and such a yearning to be recognised in return, that you would think this was a moment granted to her when she was let out of the shadows for one day in a thousand.

Hay algo que creo que deberías saber. Esta puede ser una de las frases más desagradables que puede escuchar una persona. Existen muchas probabilidades de que lo que deberías saber te resulte gravoso, y de que se insinúe que otras personas han tenido que soportar la carga mientras que tú te has librado todo ese tiempo.

But once in a while came a moment where everything seemed to have something to say to you. The rocking bushes, the bleaching light. All in a flash, in a rush, when you couldn't concentrate (...) so you get the wrong idea, surely the wrong idea. That somebody dead might be alive and in Jakarta.