Quotes About Revelation

Written on her tombstone: "I told you I was sick.

So I swallowed all of the dark ages nonsense they fed me. Some time passed. I grew up a little, and I gradually began to figure out that pretty much everyone had been lying to me about pretty much everything since the moment I emerged from my mother's womb. This was an alarming revelation. It gave me trust issues later in life.

you only know what I want you to know, you only see what I want you to see."... Wade: " I don't care! I am in love with your mind, with the person you are. I couldn't care about the packaging.

As I watched them embrace, there on the front lawn, my heart was rocked by waves of unbridled joy. It occurred to me that up until this moment I'd only ever experienced the bridled kind.

We sat there awhile, holding hands, reveling in the strange new sensation of actually touching one another.

There's no way they weren't aware that we were watching them. They wanted us to see! It was like they were running a nonstop, year-round episode of How It's Made by Aliens.

Y, sin poder evitarlo, me eché a reír. Era una risa absurda, sin sentido, y sabía que ella se daba cuenta, porque al momento vi que relajaba un poco los hombros y soltaba un suspiro de alivio. Y entonces ella también soltó una carcajada que, en realidad, era mitad risa y mitad llanto. O eso me pareció.

That story you heard? About how we were all created by a super-powerful dude named God who lives up in the sky? Total bullshit. The whole God thing is actually an ancient fairy tale that people have been telling one another for thousands of years. We made it all up. Like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. "Oh, and by the way Ã¢â'¬Â¦ there's no Santa Claus or Easter Bunny. Also bullshit. Sorry, kid. Deal with it.

Sometimes a man imagines that he will lose himself if he gives himself, and keep himself if he hides himself. But the contrary takes place with terrible exactitude.

But even in the Christian religion, much of its real meaning is hidden by words that are misleading and symbols that but few understand.

el enamorado es el que descubre en el ser amado unas perfecciones que realmente tiene pero que los demás no son capaces de ver. No es un visionario sino un clarividente.

Con los rostros nos pasa como con los cuadros: aunque a menudo nos gusten a primera vista, sólo mucho más tarde reconocemos las leyes de su composición.

Ci si innamora così, cercando nella persona amata il punto a nessuno rivelato, che è dato in dono solo a chi scruta, ascolta con amore. Ci si innamora da vicino, ma non troppo, ci si innamora da un angolo acuto un poco in disparte in una stanza, presso una tavolata, seduto su un gradino mentre gli altri ballano

A mathematical truth is timeless, it does not come into being when we discover it.

And that, it seemed to me clearly, was the more obvious anguish—that life had never belonged to any of us, even when we'd sought to reclaim it by ending it. We had been estranged from the potential of our own bodies, from the revelation of everything our bodies and minds could accomplish.

Was I shocked to find that the world of my childhood could be contained in a single crate?

No secret can be kept for long. It is one of the truths of this world.

And what indwelling looks like is this: relying on clues "subsidiarily" to shape a complex focal pattern.

The well-known biblical story of the Magi who journey to find the Christ child and to bring gifts offers an emblematic story of knowing. They are not called wise men for nothing! nor is it a meaningless accident that we use the word epiphany in referring to a moment of insight. Epiphany is the name of the church season in which we celebrate God's revealing himself to these Gentiles--and to us.

the truth holds the greatest magic, the greatest beauty, and sometimes the greatest danger.

That's when he finally understood that of all the things the angel had told him, nothing was true. That he wasn't even an angel, just a liar with wings.

The guy on the roof nods--it looks like this time, he heard something--and shouts back at me, "How did you know? How did you know she died?" Someone always dies, I want to yell back at him. Always. If not her, then someone else.

His whole body was completely still, except the wings, which were still fluttering a little, like when someone dies. That's when he finally understood that of all the things the angel had told him, nothing was true. That he wasn't even an angel, just a liar with wings.

The idea of a God we infer from our experimental dependence on something superior to ourselves in wisdom, power and goodness, which we call God; our senses discover to us the works of God which we call nature, and which is a manifest demonstration of his invisible essence. Thus it is from the works of nature that we deduce the knowledge of a God, and not because we have, or can have any immediate knowledge of, or revelation from him.