Quotes About Revelation

That which can be destroyed by the truth should be.

He spoke again as if he hadn't just shattered his promise and her security. Her house of glass now lay in a pile of shards.

For people who say they hate being lied to, just start telling them nothing but the pure truth--about everything. That will teach them

the truth will set u free but first it will piss u off

You never know when the truth will come home. You can't choose the time. The time chooses you.

There are only two ways of telling the complete truth--anonymously and posthumously.

The truth doesn't mind being told every once in a while.

Truth cannot be constructed. To live in ideology is, as Havel so eloquently reminds us, inevitably to live in a lie. Truth can only be revealed. We cannot be creators, only receptors.

Sometimes playing stupid opens your eyes to the truth.

Colin reached out and grabbed hold o fine car engine, ripping it. He lifted it above his head. Solomon Cord dropped the wrench and said God it is true.

He looked so profoundly disappointed in me that I wondered for a moment if he was someone I knew.

And that was when you realized the fire was inside you all the time. And that was the miracle. Just that.

It drains the bars and cafes after hours, concentrates the wicked and the guilty along its chipped Formica counter, and thrums with the gossip of criminals, policemen, shtarkers,and schlemiels, whores and night owls ... three or four floaters, solitaries, and drunks between benders lean against the sparkly resin counter, sucking the tea from their shtekelehs and working the calulations of their next big mistake.

Every work of art is one half of a secret handshake.

At the possibility of truly being seen, something in his chest seemed to snap open like a parachute.

At the end of every short story the reader should feel as if a cloud has been lifted from the face of the moon.

he lifted his eyes. The eternal kind went out of his shoulder. He opened his mouth and closed it again, speechless with outrage, joy, and wonder. Then he burst into tears.

The short story narrates the moment when a dark door, long closed, is opened, when a forgotten error is unwittingly repeated, when the fabric of a life is revealed to have been woven from frail and dubious fiber over top of something unknowable and possibly very bad.

Take it from me, a secret is a heavy kind of chain.

my grandmother would freak you the fuck out.

Telling the truth when the truth matters most is almost always a frightening prospect.

I know where the skeletons are buried because I was the one who buried them.

We want the truth, Detective. You are confusing that with what we choose to tell the public.

I reached between the seats to the backseat, where her purse was on the floor. It was the size of a grocery bag and it weighed a ton. What the hell do you have in this thing? Everything. I didn't ask for further explanation. I managed to pull the bag up to the front seat, open it, and find her iPad. I put the bag on the floor between my feet, lest I pull a muscle leveraging it into the back again.