Quotes About Revelation

Donc pas d'erreur Ce qu'on faisait à se tirer dessus comme ça sans même se voir n'était pas défendu Cela faisait partie des choses qu'on peut faire sans mériter une bonne engueulade. C'était même reconnu encouragé sans doute par les gens sérieux comme le tirage au sort les fiançailles la chasse à courre ... Rien à dire. Je venais de découvrir d'un coup la guerre tout entière. Je venais d'être dépucelé.

A medida que te quedas en un sitio, las cosas y las personas se van destapando, pudriéndose, y se ponen a apestar a propósito para ti.

Readers, friends, less than friends, enemies, Critics! Here I am at it again with Book I of Guignol! Don't judge me too soon! Wait awhile for what's to follow! Book II! Book III! it all clears up! develops, straightens out! As is, ¾ of it's missing! Is that a way to do things? It had to be printed fast because with things as they are you don't know who's living or dead!

She was the girl with her finger in the dike," she said. "Little did anyone know that when she removed it, all hell was going to break loose.

I've learned the hard way," she said, holding Jonathan's letter, "that people aren't always what they seem to be at first." "But sometimes they are," Sam said.

The Second Coming' by William Butler Yeats

You're being naive," her mother said. "You'd rather believe in a cursed painting than see the truth. Your boyfriend killed his wife.

There is a distinction between fact and truth. Truth has an element of revelation about it. If something is true, it does more than strike one as merely being so.

She thought the jimster (Jack Daniels) would cure whatever was wrong with her- whatever made her feel like she was in a hall of mirrors, watching herself go through the motions of having a riotous good time

It was in the spring that Josephine and I had first loved each other, or, at least, had first come into the full knowledge that we loved. I think that we must have loved each other all our lives, and that each succeeding spring was a word in the revelation of that love, not to be understood until, in the fullness of time, the whole sentence was written out in that most beautiful of all beautiful springs.

For a moment Anne´s heart fluttered queerly and for the first time her eyes faltered under Gilbert´s gaze and a rosy flush stained the paleness of her face. It was as if a veil that had hung before her inner consciousness had been lifted, giving to her view a revelation of unsuspected feelings and realities.

One often makes a remark and only later sees how true it is.

When I came home I expected a surprise and there was no surprise for me, so of course, I was surprised.

Well, God has arrived. I met him on the 5.15 train ~ Keynes

Indeed how might it be if things revealed their colors only when (in our terms) no light fell on them - if, for example, the sky were black? Could we not then say, only by black light do they appear to us in their full colors?

Philosophical problems can be compared to locks on safes, which can be opened by dialing a certain word or number, so that no force can open the door until just this word has been hit upon, and once it is hit upon any child can open it.

There are, indeed, things that are inexpressible. They show themselves. They are what is mystical.

Ah che tentazione di prenderle il viso tra le mani per costringerla a guardare nell'abisso di due occhi ben altri da quelli da cui voleva essere guardata!

I saw then my father for the first time, as I had never seen him before, externalized in his own life, but not as he had been to himself, not as he had felt himself to be, which was something I could never know; but rather, as a being that was wholly strange to me, in that reality which, as I now be held him, I might suppose that others had imposed upon him.

Niente ci vuole a far la pazza, creda a me! Gliel'insegno io come si fa. Basta che Lei si metta a gridare in faccia a tutti la verità. Nessuno ci crede, e tutti la prendono per pazza!

But what if the silence between commercials begins to whisper? What if he came to realize that his bosses, parents, and teachers, despite their prestige, know nothing?

But being alone was also a closed loop. A loop with a slipknot, say. The loop could be small or large, but it always returned to itself. You had to untie the knot, finally. Open the loop and then everything sank in. And everyone. Then you could see what was true--that separateness had always been the illusion. A simple trick of flesh.

HIDING OUR PARENTAGE was a leisure pursuit, but one we took seriously. Sometimes a parent would edge near, threatening to expose us. Risking the revelation of a family bond. Then we ran like rabbits.

Bolts of Melody, with more than six hundred unknown poems by Emily Dickinson, took the public by surprise in 1945.