Quotes About Revelation

Nov. 2, 1837. Truth strikes us from behind, and in the dark, as well as from before and in broad daylight.

Probabilmente ci sono delle parole rivolte giusto alla nostra condizione che, se le potessimo davvero sentire e capire, sarebbero e potrebbero forse rivelare il volto diverso delle cose. Quanti uomini hanno dato inizio a una nuova epoca della propria vita dalla lettura d'un libro! Esiste forse anche per noi un libro che mette in luce i nostri miracoli e ne rivela di nuovi. Le cose che adesso ci sembrano inesprimibili possiamo trovarle espresse altrove.

The oldest Egyptian or Hindu philosopher raised a corner of the veil from the statue of divinity; and still the trembling robe remains raised, and I gaze upon as fresh a glory as he did, since it was I in him that was then so bold, and it is he in me that reviews the vision. No dust has settled on that robe; no time has elapsed since that divinity was revealed.

The book exists for us, perchance, which will explain our miracles and reveal new ones.

I ought to tell you I'm probably your cousin.

It was the truth, vivid and monstrous, that all the while he had waited the wait was itself his portion.

If you look for grand examples of anything from me, I shall disappoint you.

I am 'sort of' haunted by the conviction that the divine William is the biggest and most successful fraud ever practiced on a patient world.

If Quint—on your remonstrance at the time you speak of—was a base menial, one of the things Miles said to you, I find myself guessing, was that you were another.

It was as if, at moments, we were perpetually coming into sight of subjects before which we must stop short, turning suddenly out of alleys that we perceived to be blind, closing with a little bang that made us look at each other—for, like all bangs, it was something louder than we had intended—the doors we had indiscreetly opened.

I was ready to know the very worst that was to be known.

These three words from her were in a flash like the glitter of a drawn blade, the jostle of the cup that my hand for weeks and weeks had held high and full to the brim and that now, even before speaking, I felt overflow in a deluge.

I recall this passage as the hour of its first fully coming over me that she was a beautiful liberal creature. I had seen her personality in glimpses and gleams, like a song sung in snatches, but now it was before me in a large rosy glow, as if it had been a full volume of sound. I heard the whole of the air, and it was sweet fresh music, which I was often to hum over. (Sir Edmund Orme)

Oh, handsome—very, very," I insisted; "wonderfully handsome. But infamous." She slowly came back to me. "Miss Jessel—was infamous." She once more took my hand in both her own, holding it as tight as if to fortify me against the increase of alarm I might draw from this disclosure. "They were both infamous," she finally said.

She moved quickly indeed, and with reason, for a strange truth was filtering into her soul.

Existía un secreto en Bly… quizá un familiar inmencionable recluido en un insospechado confinamiento?

It was the hushed daybreak of the Roman revelation in particular that he could usually best recover – the way that there above all, where the princes and popes had been before him, his divination of his faculty had gone to his head. He

He was gathering everything up, everything he should tell her.

The Beast had lurked indeed, and the Beast, at its hour, had sprung.

Supreme beauty suddenly revealed is apt to strike us as a possible illusion playing with our desire—instant freedom with it to strike us as a possible rashness. This fortunately

Well," said little Bilham, "you're not a person to whom it's easy to tell things you don't want to know.

And did your beastly papa, my precious angel, send any message to your own loving mamma?" Then it was that she found the words spoken by her beastly papa to be, after all, in her little bewildered ears, from which, at her mother's appeal, they passed, in her clear shrill voice, straight to her little innocent lips. "He said I was to tell you, from him," she faithfully reported, "that you're a nasty horrid pig!

What I want is to open up. I want to know what's inside me. I want everybody to open up. I'm like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin-- to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I'm sure of it.

Even the idiot may have a message for us