Quotes About Revelation

You ever have that feeling? Like you've known someone your whole life but you don't know them at all.

She was astonished, and at the same time she knew. There were many things in life like that. You couldn't imagine it, and then it happened and you couldn't really imagine it hadn't.

Today life opened inside me like an egg.

I don't know anything!' Tim(Caleb) wailed. He'd never spoken a truer word in his life.

My private life became public.

There was the Door to which I found no Key;There was the Veil through which I might not see.Some little talk awhile of Me and TheeThere was—and then no more of Thee and Me.

[On the possibility of an Arab victory at Poitiers:] Perhaps the interpretation of the Koran would now be taught in the schools of Oxford, and her pulpits might demonstrate to a circumcised people the sanctity and truth of the revelation of Mahomet.

Explaining something makes it go away, so to speak; what's important is left after you have explained everything else.

There is so much Everything that Nothing is hidden quite nicely.   Eventually

More of me comes out when I improvise.

For just a little while, in all our lives, we're granted brief glimpses at the way things really operate. In those times, we learn the hardest lessons. To coin a few phrases, there are none so blind as those who will not see... and sometimes, the sweetest kittens have the sharpest claws.

For 'the human' is a medium of possible divine revelation.

George S. Kaufman was not Miss Astor's last love. George had been supplanted in her affections by one of his best friends, whose name would surely have been disclosed had the hearing gone on. The scoop appeared on August 12 in the Daily Mirror, announcing that the best friend, an unnamed dashing broker and bachelor, maintained a seven-room penthouse on Park Avenue, complete with butler and maid. Kaufman had introduced Mary to "Mr. Big" in December, according to the Mirror.

Culture hides more than it reveals, and strangely enough what it hides, it hides most effectively from its own participants.

The photograph isolates and perpetuates a moment of time: an important and revealing moment, or an unimportant and meaningless one, depending upon the photographer's understanding of his subject and mastery of his process.

Yes, there is yet one way to where she is, / Bitter, but one that faith may never miss. / Out of the grave I come to tell you this— / To tell you this.

Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind, Veil after veil will lift--but there must be Veil upon veil behind.

When ye come where I have stepped Ye will wonder why ye wept;

Through every rift of discovery some seeming anomaly drops out of the darkness, and falls, as a golden link, into the great chain of order.

Everyone is selfish in various ways; indeed, it is a tough confession to accept and say; I am selfish.

Such calibre, having people are not yet born that will discover me.

The journey of the truth is always bitter, and its destination is such sweet that, makes your emotions impressive and beautiful.

The sun, moon, weather, climate, and all seasons speak its appearance, to let us feel and realize; it's a way to introduce oneself.

Corpses may not speak, but they still carry a wealth of information.