Quotes About Revelation

You always remember your first overdose.

There is no danger where there is light

I am not unused to being confronted with my ow lies, but those of others never fail to throw me for a loop.

Welty's instruction; that I'd had a concussion. That I hadn't

I'd stopped myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tongue, the thing I'd never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him in the street- which was, of course, I love you.

He had never seen a gunshot wound. He kept asking what if felt like? dull or sharp? an ache or a burn? My head was spinning and naturally I could give him no kind of coherent answer but I remember thinking dimly that it was sort of like the first time I got drunk, or slept with a girl; not quite what one expected, really, but once it happened it couldn't be any other way. Neon lights: Motel 6, Dairy Queen. Colors so bright, they nearly broke my heart.

it was sort of like the first time I got drunk, or slept with a girl; not quite what one expected, really, but once it happened one realized it couldn't be any other way

Me gustaría pensar que hay algo de cierto en el tópico amor vincit omnia. Pero si algo he aprendido en esta corta y triste vida, es que ese tópico es mentira. El amor no lo conquista todo. Y el que lo crea es un insensato.

Tuve la revelación de que la risa era luz, y la luz risa, y que ese era el secreto del universo.

Months after I got to know the five of them, I found to my surprise that at the start they'd been nearly as bewildered by me as I by them.

By quarter of ten I was sitting on the floor of my room at Hobie's house with my mind reeling like a spun-down top wobbling and veering from side to side.

Once, to my delight, I even saw him wearing pince-nez. (Later, I discovered that they weren't real prince-nez, but only had glass in them, and that his eyes were a good deal sharper than my own.)

what we find ourselves gazing at in astonishment when God finally takes His hands off our eyes and says: Look!

Francis Abernathy was his name. Further inquiries elicited suspicion from male acquaintances, who wondered at my interest in such a person.

A sententious and vulgar statement, certainly, but like many such gnomic vulgarities, it also contains a tiny splinter of truth.

And when the dark comes, he will look up and out and see a little smudge of light that is a galaxy that exploded millions of years ago, and the oppression that had gripped his heart lifts, and he laughs, and he calls his wife and says: Look, we are seeing something that ceased to exist millions of years ago—and she sees, exactly, and laughs with him.

The things that are important in life creep up on one unawared, one doesn't expect them, one hasn't given them shape in one's mind. One recognizes them, when they've appeared, that's all.

I suddenly saw her quite differently. I saw that she was a person. Not my mother. She had thought it all out. She had wanted to commit suicide. She would never commit suicide. On that night I grew up. Or so I would like to believe.

That is what learning is. You suddenly understand something you've understood all your life, but in a new way.

While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.

Every time I sit down to write, I have a great fear that anything I write will reveal me as the monster I was always told I would be, but that fear is personal, something I must face in everything I do, every act I contemplate.

Did I ever tell you,' said Lymond pausing on the afterthought, on his way to the flap, 'that that aunt of mine once hatched an egg?' He paused, deep in thought, and walked slowly to the door before turning again. His lordship of Aubigny, staring after the vanishing form of his brother, received the full splendour of Lymond's smile. 'It was a cuckoo,' said Francis Crawford prosaically, and followed Lennox out.

Marthe said suddenly, 'How many souls on this earth call you Francis? Three? Or perhaps four?' For a moment he looked at her unsmiling; and for a moment she wished, angrily that she could recall the question. Then quite suddenly he smiled, and held out his hand. 'Five,' he said. 'Surely? Since last night.

That night at Dumbarton was a classic of its kind. She had hopes still, I think, of enslaving me despite myself with her charms. And I probably thought the same. We both found we were mistaken. It had its moments; but she has the mind and morals of a jungle cat. She didn't enjoy meeting … another of the same.