Quotes About Revelation

Life has a lot of surprises up its sleeve . . . I just mean there's more than one way to love God, and taking pleasure in the world is surely one of them. That's a revelation that's come on me rather late. Too late to be of any use to your mother . . . No. Guilt is a sin and a seduction. I've said that to many a poor soul that liked to wallow in it. Regret's another matter. How could you get through a long life and escape it?

There are facts can poison you dead as arsenic. I have long known this to be true. There are facts can get you drunker than sipping whiskey straight.

As she brought prospective buyers through, the realtor said it was an oil stain, but it was me, seeping out of the bag.

After telling the hard facts to anyone from lover to friend, I have changed in their eyes. Often it is awe or admiration, sometimes it is repulsion, once or twice it has been fury hurled directly at me for reasons I remain unsure of.

Only by thinking I had freedom had I come to understand how imprisoned I was.

News slipped out and the world didn't explode and eventually I could count on passing out. I had a headache in the morning and I always threw up, but Jamie, and everyone, it seemed, liked me when I was drunk. The added bonus: I often didn't remember much.

There was a saying among the Mundo: It takes only one lie to unravel the world.

My first step from the old white man was trees. Then air. Then birds. Then other people. But one day when I was sitting quiet and feeling like a motherless child, which I was, it come to me: that feeling of being part of everything, not separate at all.

You better not never tell nobody but god.

Perhaps I identify too well with my father's illicit awe. A trace of this seems caught in the photo, just as a trace of Roy has been caught on the light-sensitive paper...It's a curiously ineffectual attempt at censorship. Why cross out the year and not the month? Why, for that matter, leave the photo in the envelope at all? In an act of prestidigitation typical of the way my father juggled his public appearance and private reality, the evidence is simultaneously hidden and revealed.

And in a way, you could say that my father's end was my beginning...Or more precisely, that the end of his lie coincided with the beginning of my truth

When the lights came back on, Max the Little Monster felt something new. He began to notice things he hadn't noticed before.

Never reveal your hand, Anna, he advised. If my cap knew my mind, I would throw it into the fire. It was one of the most revealing things he had ever said to her.

but he frequently drank too much, and when he was inebriated would indiscriminately "let out his secret thoughts and quarrel with bystanders for feeble causes."47

about Scotland's history, I saw parts of it in a completely new light. In Jim Hunter's memorable phrase, I compiled an archive of the feet.

As soon as Sam pops the trunk, more balloons fly up into the air.

They lay together where they fell, and it was sweet and it was surprising, like waking up together in bed.

All these books are published in Heaven.

Realization hit her, but she didn't want to believe. Didn't want to be hurt.

I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out.

You really saw some? Liz said an hour later. Sure, we had the stereo blaring and the shower running, but Liz still whispered, They really...exist? Liz, I whispered back, they're not unicorns. No, Bex said flatly, they're boys. And they're...good.

Sometimes it takes an outsider, someone with fresh eyes to see the truth.

Cada persona tiene una imagen o una memoria que guarda en secreto. Una que tiene que desenvolver, como un trozo de caramelo, por las noches. Si uno pasa por allí, cae en el valle de la ensoñación.

The light inside the confessional was so dim that I could not see his features very plainly. I only observed that his eyes were large, and bright, and wild-looking, like the eyes of some fierce animal, and that his face, with the reflection of the green curtain upon it, looked lividly pale.