Quotes About Revelation

Rosie had to keep her room neat enough so James would not freak out, but not so neat that they could figure it all out, break the code, of who you truly were, what you were up to, your values, your truest parts. ... you were layer upon layer of ideas and erasures and new ideas and soul and images. [p. 68]

good writing is about telling the truth. We are a species that needs and wants to understand who we are. Sheep

She walked to the front door. 'Hello?' 'Hello,' a woman's voice said. 'Are you a Witness?' 'I swear to God I didn't see a thing.

If you... don't get to hear or read stories about your world, you can be fooled into thinking that the world isn't miraculous—and it is.

We write to expose the unexposed. If there is one door in the castle you have been told not to go through, you must. Otherwise, you'll just be rearranging furniture in rooms you've already been in.

God's joy moves from unmarked box to unmarked box, from cell to cell. As rainwater, down into flowerbed. As roses, up from ground. Now it looks like a plate of rice and fish, now a cliff covered with vines, now a horse being saddled. It hides within these, till one day it cracks them open.

We write to expose the unexposed

Augustine said that to look for God is to find him

The neck is where it all shows. Like the thighs of the head.

When people shine a little light on their monster, we find out how similar most of our monsters are. The secrecy, the obfuscation, the fact that these monsters can only be hinted at, gives us the sense that they must be very bad indeed. But when people let their monsters out for a little onstage interview, it turns out that we've all done or thought the same things, that this is our lot, our condition. We don't end up with a brand on our forehead. Instead we compare notes.

I can only find you by looking deeper, that's how love leads us into the world.

Sometimes the body experiences a revelation because it has abandoned every other possibility.

If the truth is not in the face, then where is it? In the hands! In the hands.

The truth can be very sharp. But it makes a cleaner wound than lies. It will not fester

chin and nose. He wore the cap tilted at such an angle that the lower half of his face was visible, and his gap-toothed smile was the first thing one saw of him.

enough to get someone to tell him the

I've been wondering how much of a person is on the surface, how much we really know about anyone at all. We don't really know very much about each other, never mind those with whom we have only an acquaintanceship.

How did you tell people something they did not want to know? What did you need to say to have them question the bedrock on which their beliefs of themselves were built?

I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!

Oh, the lies that I have told myself and others. I knew it yet I didn't know.

I hear the birds singing. Listen. I hear them in their cage. The others-all our kind who know of her-they think of her as heartless, but she wasn't heartless. She was only aware of things which I didn't learn till so many decades had passed. She knew secrets that only suffering can teach...

Had I ever loved anyone more than I loved him? Had I ever revealed more of my soul to anyone than I had revealed to him? If my tears spilled now, he would see them. If I trembled now, he would know.

Yes, something about the fabric of life ripping for a moment so you glimpsed things you shouldn't have seen.

You understand the fundamental principle of an icon, don't you? "Inspired by God" "Not made by hands" "Supposedly directly imprinted upon the background material by God Himself" All Icons fundamentally were the work of God. A revelation in material form. And sometimes new icon could be made from another simply by pressing a new cloth to the original and a magic transfer would occur.