Quotes About Revelation

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter.

Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones.

I don't really know,' I heard myself say. I felt a deep shock, hearing myself say that, because the minute I said it, I knew it was true. It sounded true, and I recognized it, the way you recognize some nondescript person that's been hanging around your door for ages and then suddenly comes up and introduces himself as your real father and looks exactly like you, so you know he really is your father, and the person you thought all your life was your father is a sham.

White Godiva, I unpeel -- Dead hands, dead stringencies.

The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life. Then, at the rim of my vision, it gathered itself, and in one sweeping tide, rushed me to sleep.

Then the sunlight burst into the room through the venetian blinds; I breathed hard, filling my lungs with air. I could see my feet, my arms; there I was. I tried hard to get back in my body again Ã¢â'¬Â¦ it was such a long way to my feet.

Buddy Willard was a hypocrite. Of course, I didn't know he was a hypocrite at first. I thought he was the most wonderful boy I'd ever seen. I'd adored him from a distance for five years before he even looked at me, and then there was a beautiful time when I still adored him and he started looking at me, and then just as he was looking at me more and more I discovered quite by accident what an awful hypocrite he was, and now he wanted me to marry him and I hated his guts.

I don't really know, I heard myself say. I felt a deep shock, hearing myself say that, because the minute I said it, I knew it was true.

Of course, I didn't know he was a hypocrite at first. I thought he was the most wonderful boy I'd ever seen. I'd adored him from a distance for five years before he even looked at me, and then there was a beautiful time when I still adored him and he started looking at me, and then just as he was looking at me more and more I discovered quite by accident what an awful hypocrite he was, and now he wanted to marry me and I hated his guts.

At first I didn't see what the trouble was. It wasn't a mirror at all, but a picture.

I felt very low. I had been unmasked only that morning by Jay Cee herself and I felt now that all the uncomfortable suspicions I had about myself were coming true, and I couldn't hide the truth much longer. After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort and another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of the race.

I went there to see him instead of to Yale and it was there I found out how he had fooled me all those years and what a hypocrite he was. I found out on the day we saw the baby born.

I felt now that all the uncomfortable suspicious I had about myself were coming true, and I couldn't hide the truth much longer.

Then the worst happened, that big, dark, hunky boy, the only one there huge enough for me, who had been hunching around over women, and whose name I had asked the minute I had come into the room, but no one told me, came over and was looking hard in my eyes and it was Ted Hughes.

Hadn't my own mother told me that as soon as she and my father left Reno on their honeymoon—my father had been married before, so he needed a divorce—my father said to her, 'Whew, that's a relief, now we can stop pretending and be ourselves

según las cuales lo que hay debajo del suelo crea lo que está por encima de él, lo invisible crea lo visible.

LAVINIA: Oh Edward! The point is, that since I've been away I see that I've taken you much too seriously. And now I can see how absurd you are. EDWARD: That is a very serious conclusion to have arrived at in...how many?...thirty-two hours.

This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.

We do not know until the shell breaks what kind of egg we have been sitting on.

We see the light but see not whence it comes. O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!

There is certainly no purpose in remaining in the dark Except long enough to clear from the mind The illusion of having ever been in the light.

The morning comes to consciousness

When lovely lady stoops to folly And finds too late that men betray, She brushes her hair with automatic hand And puts a record on the gramophone.

And last, the rending pain of re-enactment Of all that you have done, and been; the shame Of things ill done and done to others' harm Which once you took for exercise of virtue. Then fools' approval stings, and honour stains.