Quotes About Revelation

The first time the Deity came down to earth, he brought life and death; when he came the second time, he brought hell.

There was a secret somewhere, but madness was not the key to it.

It didn't take me long to make up my mind that these liars warn't no kings nor dukes at all, but just low-down humbugs and frauds.

I fancy you may tell the truth about yourself. But all of it? The black truth, which we all know ourselves in our heats, or only the whity-brown truth of the pericardium, or the nice, whitened truth of the shirtfront? Even you won't tell the black heart's-truth. The man who could do it would be famed to the last day the sun shown upon.

S]in takes on new and real terrors when there seems a chance that it is going to be found out.

One finds out a great many wonderful things, by traveling, if he stumbles upon the right person.

Listen — and do not doubt me, for I shall speak the exact truth. Howard Tracy, I am no more an earl's child than you are!

I began to feel that the old Venice of song and story had departed forever. But I was too hasty. In a few minutes we swept gracefully out into the Grand Canal, and under the mellow moonlight the Venice of poetry and romance stood revealed.

The face of the water, in time, became a wonderful book- a book that was a dead language to the uneducated passenger, but which told its mind to me without reserve, delivering its most cherished secrets as clearly as if it uttered them with a voice

There's a good spot tucked away somewhere in everybody. You'll be a long time finding it sometimes.

They read those playful trifles in the solidest terms, and decided without hesitancy that if there had ever been any doubt that Dave Wilson was a pudd'nhead — which there hadn't — this revelation removed that doubt for good and all.

Just as I was moaning out the closing hunks of that word. I touched off one of my electric connections, and all that murky world of people stood revealed in a hideous blue glare! It was immense—that effect! Lots of people shrieked, women curled up and quit in every direction, foundlings collapsed by platoons. The abbot and the monks crossed themselves nimbly and their lips fluttered with agitated prayers.

Maybe you saw her first? Caught a glimpse between the lines, between the letters, like a ghost in the mirror, a ghost in the wings?

Å¿tairs! We haue found Å¿tairs!

But, oh my god, look what's happened.

When the answers arrive the questions are already lost.

Strange how clarity can come at such a time and place, so unexpectedly, so out of the blue, though who's firing the bolt?

Suddenly she hated me for knowing, even though she'd been the one to tell me. Though I had asked. I had asked.

You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. find yourself a mirror while I continue.

I guess when someone tells you something they they usually guard, you feel privileged, not because you know something no-one else knows, but because you feel chosen. You feel like that person wants her life to intersect with yours. I think that's what felt best about it.

Time will tell, I suppose, or at least, these pages will.

Our own place is mall perhaps, but when your old man is eaten by his own shadow, you realise that maybe in every house, something so savage and sad and brilliant is standing up, without the world even seeing it. Maybe that's what these pages of words are about: Bringing the world to the window.

Podría presentarme como es debido pero, la verdad, no es necesario. Pronto me conocerás bien, todo depende de una compleja combinación de variables. Por ahora basta con decir que, tarde o temprano, apareceré ante ti con la mayor cordialidad. Tomaré tu alma en mis manos, un color se posará sobre mi hombro y te llevaré conmigo con suma delicadeza.

It was as though he'd opened her palm, given her the words, and closed it up again.