Quotes About Revelation

The truth isn't always nice. It isn't always small enough to absorb at once. Sometimes the truth washes over you and threatens to take you right down with it.

Another one of life's little jokes. I thought it was a tumor 'til it started to kick.

My own mystery, unplumed, undetected, was sorted into files that were neatly labeled but really didn't say much.

thinks he either kept it in his desk drawer at work or in the glove compartment of his car." Odessa

You'd think she'd be relieved, I said. From what I hear, he beat the shit out of her. Not at first. She was crazy about him when he first got out. Still is, actually. That's probably why she called him the world's biggest asshole at the funeral, I remarked.

Every human being on the face of the earth has a steel plate in his head, but if you lie down now and then and get still as you can, it will slide open like elevator doors, letting in all the secret thoughts that have been standing around so patiently, pushing the button for a ride to the top. The real troubles in life happen when those hidden doors stay closed for too long.

There's release in knowing the truth no matter how anguishing it is. You come finally to the irreducible thing, and there's nothing left to do but pick it up and hold it. Then, at last, you can enter the severe mercy of acceptance.

She didn't even know how dangerous the truth could be, all the tiny, shattering seeds it carried.

There's a frightful muteness that dwells at the center of all unspeakable things, and I had found my way into it.

I felt like I'd unzipped my skin and momentarily stepped out of it, leaving a crazy person in charge

It has come as a great revelation to me," I wrote her, "that abolition is different from the desire for racial equality. Color prejudice is at the bottom of everything. If it's not fixed, the plight of the Negro will continue long after abolition.

The truth may set you free, but first it will shatter the safe, sweet way you live.

I felt a trembling along my skin, a treaveling current that moved up my spine, down my arms, pulsing out from my fingertips. I was practically radiating. The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them. I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't.

When I was finally able to read the Scriptures for myself, I discovered (behold!) there were women.

The translucence that comes when life hardens into a bead of such cruel perfection you see it with the purest clarity. Everything suddenly there--life as it truly is, enormous, appalling, devastating. You see the great sinkholes it makes in people and the harrowing lengths to which love will go to fill them.

How can I explain such a thing? I simply know it in the way I know there's an oak tree inside an acorn...I've come to know it only this night, but it has always been the tree in the acorn.

At that moment she seemed everything I was not, and this came as a small revelation. I had hated in her what I lacked in myself.

It has come as a great revelation to me that abolitionist is different from the desire for racial equality. Color prejudice is at the bottom of everything. If it's not fixed, the plight of the Negro will continue long after abolition.

You come from your mauma, you sleep in the bed with her till you're near twenty years grown, and you still don't know what haunches in the dark corners of her.

I felt I'd stumbled upon an amazing secret—it was possible to close your eyes and exit life without actually dying.

Which one took the most strength to carry around? It was a ridiculous question, though, because once you know the truth, you can't ever go back and pick up your suitcase of lies.

In a way, though, the boy was right. Every human being on the face of the earth has a steel plate in his head, but if you lie down now and then and get still as you can, it will slide open like elevator doors, letting in all the secret thoughts that have been standing around so patiently, pushing the button for a ride to the top. The real troubles in life happen when those hidden doors stay closed for too long. But that's just my opinion.

Strangest of all, it was the first time thoughts of equality had entered my head, and I could only attribute it to God, with whom I'd lately taken up and who was proving to be more insurrectionary than law-abiding.O

You could say I'd never had a true religious moment, the kind where you know yourself spoken to by a voice that seems other than yourself, spoken to so genuinely you see the words shining on trees and clouds. But I had such a moment right then, standing in my own ordinary room. I heard a voice say, Lily Melisa Owens, your jar is open. In a matter of seconds I knew exactly what I had to do -- leave .