Quotes About Revelation

They were his family, but even your family could be alienated by discoveries they were not prepared for.

Literary works quite often 'know' things that the reader does not know, or does not know yet, or perhaps will never know.

But if we are not given his real name, then he does not have one.

You can destroy those who speak the truth, but you cannot destroy the truth itself.

He wanted to know things, not reveal them.

Your destiny is to find the truth.

Really? A Confession flower. Why would it be called that? Because a confession is a revelation of the truth. Truth is pure. White is pure. Thus the name.

Some truths, after a certain point, could be felt viscerally, and at that point everything clicked with the finality of a dead bolt on a prison of truth.

made me think I could stop him from saying something to Matt Fenton. I told him that if I ever found out that he had breathed

He'd been wrong, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flamethrower.

Some things are fairly obvious when it's a seven-foot skeleton with a scythe telling you them

This time it had been magic. And it didn't stop being magic just because you found out how it was done.

Who shall I shoot? You choose. Now, listen very carefully: where's your coffee? You've got coffee, haven't you? C'mon, everyone's got coffee! Spill the beans!

Inside Every Living Person is a Dead Person Waiting to Get Out…

The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret. [Fred. Free.]

Moist was sure doctors keep skeletons around to cow patients. Nyer, nyer, we know what you look underneath ...

You see and hear what others canna', the world opens up its secrets to ye, but ye're always like the person at the party with the wee drink in the corner who cannae join in. There's a little bitty bit inside ye that willnae melt and flow.

When you've made up your mind to shout out who you are to the world, it's a relief to know that you can do it in a whisper.

This is Masher,' said Feeney. 'His father was a wild boar, his mother was surprised.

That was how it worked. No magic at all. But that time it had been magic. And it didn't stop being magic just because you found out how it was done.

It is a strange thing to find yourself doing something you have apparently always wanted to do, when in fact up until that moment you had never known that you had always wanted to do it, or even what it was

Magrat woke up. And knew she wasn't a witch anymore. The feeling just crept over her, as part of the normal stock-taking that any body automatically does in the first seconds of emergence from the pit of dreams: arms: 2, legs: 2, existential dread: 58%, randomized guilt: 94%, witchcraft level: 00.00.

That's how it goes, you think you're on top of the world, and suddenly they spring Armageddon on you.

Pigbog wished he'd paid more attention to the Book of Revelation. If he'd known he was going to be in it, he'd have read it more carefully.