Quotes About Revelation

She didn't even pause to think. She simply said in a way that made it clear there was no more to the story: Your father is not my first husband. You are not those babies.

Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves.

I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have shared my kingdom with you.

I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them.

I told her, We have both lost ourselves, but sometimes we reveal the most when we are least like ourselves. I am not trying to think any more. I can't think when I am with you. You are like me, wishing for a perfect moment, but nothing too long imagined can be perfect in a worldly way. Neither one of us can say just the right thing. We are overwhelmed. Let us be overwhelmed. It is so lovely, so lovely. I love you June.

The real wonders of life lie in the depths. Exploring the depths for truths is the real wonder which the child and the artist know: magic and power lie in truth.

The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.

Archaeologists of the soul never return empty-handed.

I gave away my mystery, knowing I shouldn't, yet incapable of anything else.

The origin of illness may be in the past, but the virulent crisis must be dynamically tackled. I believe in attacking the core of the illness, through its present symptoms, quickly, directly. The past is a labyrinth. One does not have to step into it and move step by step through every turn and twist. The past reveals itself instantly, in today's fever or abscess of the soul.

Men recognised her always: the same effulgent face, the same rust voice. And she and I, we recognised each other; I her face and she my legend.

it is in the moments of emotional crisis that human beings reveal themselves most accurately.

Yes, Anaïs, I want to demask you. I am too gallant with you. I want to look at you long and ardently, pick up your dress, fondle you, examine you. Do you know I have scarcely looked at you? There is still too much sacredness clinging to you.

Las dos hemos perdido la cabeza –le dije–, pero a veces cuando más cosas revelamos de nosotros mismos menos somos nosotros mismos. Yo ya no intento pensar. Cuando estoy contigo me es imposible. Tú eres como yo, esperando que se presente el momento perfecto, aunque nada de lo que se ha imaginado durante demasiado tiempo puede llegar a ser perfecto en un sentido terrenal.

Wear that beautiful dress you had on when you first came to Clichy. I want to see the white of your flesh against it. I want to commit excesses.

Find the most salient, the most revelatory features of the story and expand them to the utmost, wring the last drop of juice from them.

But in life, we cannot always obtain from the lover a full image or revelation of what he sees in his loved one. It remains hidden from our eyes. Because love not only can detect a potential, aun unborn personality, a buried one, a disguised one, but also bring it into reality.

We'll burn them he said Burn them all she said with bitterness. To her this was not only an offering of peace to his tormenting jealousy, but a sudden anger at this pile of books whose contents had not prepared her for moments such as this one. All these novels so carefully concealing the truth about character, about the obscurities, the tangles, the mysteries. Words words words words and no revelation on the pitfalls, the abysms in which human beings found themselves.

All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.

Becoming is not a contradiction of being but the epiphany of being.

I began going through dozens of boxes stored away in her apartment and her art studio. They were filled with journals, and documents, and letters. She saved everything. Handwritten notes from her aunt Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney and schoolbooks my grandfather Reginald Vanderbilt doodled in as a child. I found old wills and financial records, and as I read the contents of these files stained by time and mold, I began to hear the voices of those people I never knew.

I have always thought that great artists were those who dared to confer the right of beauty on things so natural that people say on seeing them, Why did I never realize before that that was beautiful too?

When one gets up there, out of sight of all culture, of all vegetation, of everything that reminds one of the avarice and stupidity of men, one feels inclined to shout, to sing, to laugh, to cry, to fly, to dive head foremost into the sky, or to fall on one's knees.

Aujourd'hui que j'ose appeler par son nom le sentiment si longtemps inavoué de mon cÅ"ur.