Quotes About Revelation

A revelation leaps over the borders of the everyday. A life without revelation is no life at all. What you need to do is move from reason that 'observes' to reason that 'acts'. That's what critical.

There are things in his world it is better not to know about. Of course, those are the very things that people most want to know about.

Es algo muy extraño. Me refiero a los terremotos. Nosotros estamos firmemente convencidos de que, bajo nuestros piel, la tierra es algo consistenre, sólido, inamovible. Existe incluso la expresión . Sin embargo, un día, de repente nos damos cuenta de que no es así. La tierra y las rocas, que se suponían sólidas, se reblandecen.

You have a strong gaze, as if you have made up your mind about something. To tell you the truth, I myself carry such things around inside. Heavy things. That is how I can see it in you. There is no need to hurry, but you will be better off, at some point in time, if you bring it outside yourself.

Speaking frankly and speaking the truth are two different things entirely. Honesty is to truth as prow is to stern. Honesty appears first and truth appears last. The interval between varies in direct proportion to the size of ship. With anything of size, truth takes a long time in coming. Sometimes it only manifests itself posthumously. Therefore, should I impart you with no truth at this juncture, that is through no fault of mine. Nor yours.

His smiling face revealed a love too strong to be kept inside, but the feelings obviously rising inside him kept him from looking directly at Kikunojou. He gazed instead at Kikunojou's clear reflection on the water.

He did know: he knew her right away, and he felt known by her, and that was where the trouble really began...She could have been exotic or worldly or a Valkyrie and it would have meant nothing to him. But that Alice saw him?that was a feeling Amos had never experienced before, and it felt like a revelation and also like a virus.

Hadst thou sought the whole earth over, said he, looking darkly at the clergyman, there was no place so secret- no high place nor lowly place, where thou couldst have escaped me,- save on this very scaffold!

She went around reading men's minds. She went inside them as though they were bureaus and she were opening their drawers. She looked underneath folded articles of clothing. She found their dirty postcards. She pulled them out and had a look at them. And what lovely things she did find there.

That was perhaps a definition of innocence: not knowing what one was capable of.

Ilmu pengetahuan tidak bisa mengungkap seluruh misteri dunia ini. Tetapi dunia memberi jawaban dengan caranya sendiri.

Immersing ourselves in art and the immeasurable through being allows us a more truthful experience of the world.

If the Holy Spirit ever touches people in such a way that they realize they are sons or daughters instantly, we ought to celebrate it as a mighty miracle—because sometimes it takes fourteen years.

It takes courage to let go—to let go of your way, to let go of being the answer. We are not the answer, my friend; God is. If we live like this, it will mean fruitful labor. Without fruit, what would be the point of living anyway? But the seed has to be buried deep in the ground before the fruit has a chance to take hold. Before the harvest is ready, the fields look bare. All the life is hidden, ready to be revealed, ready to be released—in His time.

Sie liebten sich beide, doch keiner Wollt es dem andern gestehn; Sie sahen sich an so feindlich, Und wollten vor Liebe vergehn. Sie trennten sich endlich und sahn sich Nur noch zuweilen im Traum; Sie waren längst gestorben, Und wußten es selber kaum.

Jede Zeit ist eine Sphinx, die sich in den Abgrund stürzt, sobald man ihr Rätsel gelöst hat.

Actually last night my married lover appeared wearing suspenders and a darling little angora crop top told me he was gay a sex addict a narcotic addict a commitment phobic and beat me up with a dildo.

Dead men tell no tales, says the proverb. One wishes they could. We should miss some spicy contributions to magazine and newspaper literature; and a sudden silence would fall upon some loud-mouthed living.

The day is ours, and what the day has shown.

When you are writing a memoir, you have the advantage of knowing how it all ends. It's just taking your life apart and putting it together again.

One of the things I had to learn as a writer was to trust the act of writing. To put myself in the position of writing to find out what I was writing.

When we approach characters, we don't have their full story in mind right off the bat. Through the writing process we raise questions about them, and we start to learn a bit more about them.

Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.

If I'd written all the truth I knew for the past ten years, about 600 people - including me - would be rotting in prison cells from Rio to Seattle today. Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism.