Quotes About Revelation

De ce nu putem r?mâne închiÈ™i în noi înÈ™ine? De ce umbl?m dup? expresie È™i dup? form?, încercând s? ne golim de conÈ›inuturi È™i s? sistematiz?m un proces haotic È™i rebel? N-ar fi mai fecund? o abandonare în fluiditatea noastr? interioar?, f?r? gândul unei obiectiv?ri, sorbind doar cu o voluptate intim? toate fierberile È™i agitaÈ›iile l?untrice?

El hastío es un vértigo, pero un vértigo tranquilo, monótono; es la revelación de la insignificancia universal, es la certidumbre llevada hasta el estupor o hasta la suprema clarividencia de que no se puede, de que no se debe hacer nada en este mundo ni en el otro, que no existe ningún mundo que pueda convenirnos y satisfacernos.

After having struggled madly to solve all problems, after having suffered on the heights of despair, in the supreme hour of revelation, you will find that the only answer, the only reality, is silence.

There is no such thing as a perfect vacuum in history. That unheard-of absence to which we are reduced, and which I have the pleasure and the misfortune to reveal to you, you would be mistaken to imagine merely a blank, uninscribed; for in it I discern—presentiment or hallucination?—a kind of expectation of other gods. Which ones? No one can say. All I know, and it is what everyone knows, is that a situation like ours cannot be endured indefinitely.

To shake people up, to wake them from their sleep, while knowing you are committing a crime and that it would be a thousand times better to leave them alone, since when they wake, too, you have nothing to offer them. . . .

Suffering opens our eyes, helps us to see what we would not have seen otherwise.

This is because failure, always essential, reveals us to ourselves, permits us to see ourselves as God sees us, whereas success distances us from what is most inward in ourselves and indeed in everything.

Les douleurs sont incompatibles avec le soleil, qui les expose néanmoins à la lumière. Tout ce que nous avons caché dans nos nuits, nos possibilités de soupirs et nos soupirs effectifs, tout cela se répand dans son spectre, ses rayons se brisent, et il gît, aveuglé" par notre douleur, dans le tombeau de sa propre lumière.

El aburrimiento es el eco en nosotros del tiempo que se desgarra…, la revelación del vacío, el cese de ese delirio que sostiene —o inventa— la vida…

If with each word we win a victory over nothingness, it is only the better to endure its reign. We die in proportion to the words which we fling around us . . . Those who speak have no secrets. And we all speak. We betray ourselves, we exhibit our heart; executioner of the unspeakable, each of us labors to destroy all the mysteries, beginning with our own.

Meeting, after several years, someone we used to know as a child, the first glance almost always suggests that some great disaster must have befallen him

If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.

When truth is buried underground it grows, it chokes, it gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.

Pero creo que si todas las mujeres hablasen lo que piensan, como hice yo por culpa del champagne, más de cuatro y más de ocho se verían peor que esta individua".

This is my letter to the WorldThat never wrote to Me—The simple News that Nature told—With tender Majesty.

The thought beneath so slight a film—Is more distinctly seen—As laces just reveal the surge—Or Mists—the Apennine—

I tasted—careless—then—I did not know the WineCame once a World—Did you?Oh, had you told me so—This Thirst would blister—easier—now

The best joke of all is to give someone just what they've wanted.

I wanted to rub the human race in its own vomit, and force it to look in the mirror.

Trying to distract Jane, I talked far too much. During the few months of our marriage I had told my doctor-bride almost nothing about myself, and the drive became a mobile autobiography that unwound my earlier life along with the kilometres of dust, insects and sun.

Every communication from God, whether relative to the moral or physical world is evidently designed for our profit in the state where such communication is made. This improvement of the moral and religious state of man was the evident design of the revelation of God, and to this agree all the prophets.

Quizá ciertas personas no tengan ya nada que ganar ni que hacer junto a aquellas con las cuales viven habitualmente tras haberles mostrado el vacío de su alma, por lo que se siente severamente juzgadas por ellas con severidad merecida.

The woman who allows herself to be found out deserves her fate.

To come so low as to beg servants to reveal secrets to you, and to fall lower still by paying for a revelation, is not a crime; it is perhaps not even a dastardly act, but it is certainly a piece of folly; for nothing will ever guarantee to you the honesty of a servant who betrays her mistress, and you can never feel certain whether she is operating in your interest or in that of your wife.