Quotes About Revelation

FOLLOW ME, READER! Who told you that there is no such thing as real, true, eternal love? Cut out his lying tongue! Follow me, reader, and only me and I will show you that love!

Unfortunately, I cannot do that,' replied the master, 'because I burned it in the stove.' 'Forgive me, but I don't believe you,' Woland replied, 'that cannot be: manuscripts don't burn.

Ekspedienci z dziaÅ'u rybnego osÅ'upieli z no?ami w dÅ'oniach, lila cudzoziemiec odwróciÅ' siÄ™ w stronÄ™ rabusiów i wtedy wyszÅ'o na jaw, ?e Behemot nie miaÅ' racji – twarzy liliowego nie tylko nie brakowaÅ'o niczego, ale raczej czegoÅ› byÅ'o w niej za du?o – za du?o obwisÅ'ych policzków i rozbieganych oczu.

Shvatite, jezik može sakriti istinu, ali o?i nikad!

Tout à coup on perd pied dans les ténèbres fangeuses du sommeil, mais un tressaillement, et on refait surface aussitôt.

Only after a while did it occur to me (in spite of the chilly silence which surrounded me) that my story was not of the tragic sort, but rather of the comic variety. At any rate that afforded me some comfort.

So she stood naked in front of the young man and at this moment stopped playing the game.

beauty is a world betrayed. The only way we can encounter it is if its persecutors have overlooked it somewere. Beauty hides behind the scenes of the May Day parade. If we want to find it, we must demolish the scenery.

The feeling, the irrepressible yearning to return, suddenly reveals to her the existence of the past, the power of the past, of her past; in the house of her life there are windows now, windows opening to the rear, onto what she has experienced; from now on her existence will be inconceivable without these windows.

Delante hay una mentira comprensible y tras ella reluce una verdad incomprensible.

and she thinks, almost joyfully, that it's fine this way because the truth is finally revealed: she feels no need to understand him or to have him understand her.

he could not quite understand what had happened. he began to sense an aura of hitherto unknown happiness emanating from them

Na frente estava a mentira inteligível, e atrás a incompreensível verdade.

A value debased and an illusion unmasked have the same pitiful shell.

He goes on reading, and remembers nothing. So what has this stranger come to tell him? To remind him that he used to live here under Josef's name?

Some ideas have the force of a bomb exploding.

One day, he saw her through the window of a café. She was sitting with two women, and her face, long riddled with wrinkles from her unbridled gift for grimaces, was in a state of animation.

You'll learn either that people aren't human or that you don't know what humans are like

?ovjek prolazi kroz sadašnjost vezanih o?iju. Smije samo naslu?ivati i naga?ati što zapravo doživljava. Tek poslije, kad mu skinu rubac s o?iju, može pogledati u prošlost i ustanoviti što je proživio i kakvog to ima smisla.

But once he got over the astounding strangeness of his new life (it took him about a week), he suddenly realized he was simply on a long holiday.

The larger the searchlight, the larger the searchlight of the unknown.

The tree of possibilities: life as it reveals itself to a man arriving, astonished, at the threshold of his adult life: an abundant treetop canopy filled with bees singing. And he thinks he understands why she never showed him the letters: she wanted to hear the murmur of the tree by herself, without him, because he, Jean-Marc, represented the abolition of all possibilities, he was the reduction, (even though it was a happy reduction) of her life to a single possibility.

Quello che l'attirava verso lo specchio non era la vanità bensì la meraviglia di vedere il proprio io. Dimenticava che stava guardando il quadro di comando dei meccanismi del corpo. Credeva di vedere la sua anima che le si rivelava nei tratti del suo viso. Dimenticava che il naso non è che l'estremità di un tubo che porta aria ai polmoni. In esso vedeva l'espressione fedele del proprio carattere.

Imagineaza-ti ca ai fi trait intr-o lume unde nu exista oglinzi. Ai fi visat despre chipul tau si ti l-ai fi reprezentat ca pe o rasfrangere exterioara a ceea ce se afla in launtrul tau. Pe urma, cand ai fi avut patruzeci de ani, cineva ti-ar fi pus in fata o oglinda. Imagineaza-ti spaima care te-ar fi curpins vazand in fata ta un chip strain, absolut strain! Atunci ai fi inteles, cu claritate, ceea ce nu esti in stare sa intelegi acum: chipul tau nu esti tu