Quotes About Revelation

This realization burned.

My entrance brought a little light to his eyes.

The bones were on the table, naked and chalky. The eye sockets hollow, the mouth in a loose grimace, as if to say. Yep, it's me. Bet you're wondering how I ended up here. It's a funny story actually....

Sometimes you have to see the bathroom to know the harsh reality of things.

Janelle did a tiny squee. It was an actual squee, a real one.

She sat beside him in the car, feeling no desire to speak, knowing that neither of them could conceal the meaning of their silence.

She came back many days later. She saw him, unexpectedly, on a flat stretch of stone before her, by the side of the path. She stopped short. She did not want to come too close. It was strange to see him before her, without the defence and excuse of distance.

If a ray of light falls into a pigsty, it is the ray that shows us the muck and it is the ray that is offensive.

What Columbus felt when he landed in America, what the astronauts felt when they landed on the moon, is what a child feels when he discovers the earth, between the ages of two and seven.

I think it's funny. There was a time when men were afraid that somebody would reveal some secret of theirs that was unknown to their fellows. Nowadays, they're afraid that somebody will name what everybody knows. Have you practical people ever thought that that's all it would take to blast your whole, big, complex structure, with all your laws and guns—just somebody naming the exact nature of what you're doing?

He did not know why her presence made him confess things unconfessed in his own mind.

He was searching for words to name his meaning without naming it, she thought, to make her understand that which he did not want to be understood.

The secrets of this earth are not for all men to see, but only for those who will seek them. We

There was a time when men were afraid that somebody would reveal some secret of theirs that was unknown to their fellows. Nowadays, they're afraid that somebody will name what everybody knows.

even pain can be confessed, but to confess happiness is to stand naked, delivered to the witness

You know me like a book.What kind of book Peter? A dime novel? A love story? A crime thriller? Or just a plagiarized manuscript? No, let's say: like a serial. A good, long, exciting serial—with the last installment missing.

In another Nabokov novel, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight , Sebastian's brother discovers two seemingly incongruous pictures in his dead brother's library: a pretty, curly-haired child playing with a dog and a Chinese man in the act of being beheaded. The two pictures remind us of the close relation between banality and brutality.

I turned on the flashlight; it cut a small circle of light from the darkness around me.

She constantly surprises him, because he does not really know her. He underestimates Catherine

The whole language of writing for me is finding out what you don't want to know, what you don't want to find out. But something forces you anyway.

Spirituality is not some external goal that one must seek, but a part of the divine core of each of us, which we must reveal.

I wanted to think that she did look back, that she'd reveled in the memory of a long ago lover, or a perfect sun lit day in her youth when she'd experienced a bit of good fortune and the world had revealed itself to be big and full of promise.

God is frightful, God is great--you pick. I choose this: God is in the details, the completely unnecessary miracles sometimes tossed up as stars to guide us. They are the promise of good fortune in a cloudless day, and the animals in the clouds; look hard enough, and you'll see them. Don't ask if they're real.

There's a strange moment in time, after something horrible happens, when you know it's true but you haven't told anyone yet. Of all things, that is what I remember most. It was so quiet.