Quotes About Revelation

Solitude can lead to a tunnel within ourselves at the end of which is a room we didn't even know was there.

But the truth is I didn't really think she had it in her. And being so wrong about her makes me wonder now how often I am utterly wrong about myself. And how wrong she might have been about her mother, how wrong he might have been about his father, how much of family life is a vast web of misunderstandings, a tinted and touched-up family portrait, an accurate representation of fact that leaves out only the essential truth.

There is such a thing as looking through a person's eyes into the heart, and learning more of the height, and breadth, and depth of another's soul in one hour than it might take you a lifetime to discover, if he or she were not disposed to reveal it, or if you had not the sense to understand it.' 'Then

É possível olhar nos olhos de alguém, ver o coração da pessoa e descobrir mais sobre a altura, a largura e a profundidade de sua alma em uma hora do que em uma vida inteira, se o outro não estiver disposto a revelá-la ou se você não tiver a inteligência de compreender o que vê.

My object in writing the following pages, was not simply to amuse the Reader, neither was it to gratify my own taste, nor yet to ingratiate myself with the Press and the Public: I wished to tell the truth, for the truth always conveys its own moral to those who are able to receive it.

I wished to tell the truth, for truth always conveys its own moral to those who are able to receive it.

People do not change, they are merely revealed.

I think you know everything at eight. But is is hidden from you, sealed up, in a way you have to cut yourself open to find.

I love you, with a love so great that it simply couldn't keep growing inside my heart, but had to leap out and reveal itself in all its magnitude.

I've learned one thing: you only really get to know a person after a fight. Only then can you judge their true character!

Alles is niet zo erg dan ontdekt te worden.

Você só conhece mesmo uma pessoa quando tem com ela uma briga. Só então pode avaliar seu verdadeiro caráter!

Today I have two things to confess. It's going to take a long time, but I have to tell them to someone, and you're the most likely candidate, since I know you'll keep a secret, no matter what happens.

I've learned one thing: you only really get to know a person after a row. Only then can you judge their true character!

Why didn't I know about this, Gideon? Lady Augusta demanded, clearly aggrieved at not being first with the news. And what Welsh aunt is this? Auntie Angharad, Gideon informed her solemnly. Lady Augusta thought for a moment and then declared, You don't have an Auntie Angharad! No, he agreed in a sorrowful voice. She's dead.

People seem always actually to know, with a degree of pain that has required the comfort of fairy tales, that when you are dressed in any particular way at all, you are revealed rather than hidden.

Gorgeous, amazing things come into our lives when we are paying attention: mangoes, grandnieces, Bach, ponds. This happens more often when we have as little expectation as possible. If you say, Well, that's pretty much what I thought I'd see, you are in trouble. At that point you have to ask yourself why you are even here. [...] Astonishing material and revelation appear in our lives all the time. Let it be. Unto us, so much is given. We just have to be open for business.

He told me about his monster. His sounded just like mine without quite so much mascara. When people shine a little light on their monster, we find out how similar most of our monsters are.

But it was the singing that pulled me in and split me wide open.

Astonishing material and revelation appear in our lives all the time. Let it be. Unto us, so much is given. We just have to be open for business.

I've gotten endless signs of the greatness of God's love and hilarious care, but I always end up needing a newer sign, maybe one that is cuter and more spangly.

This is our goal as writers, I think; to help others have this sense of—please forgive me—wonder, of seeing things anew, things that can catch us off guard, that break in on our small, bordered worlds.

Think of a fine painter attempting to capture an inner vision, beginning with one corner of the canvas, painting what he thinks should be there, not quite pulling it off, covering it over with white paint, and trying again, each time finding out what his painting isn't, until finally he finds out what it is.

And because she did not shove this down my throat, this dawned on me.