Quotes About Revelation

I'm here to pay my respects to the Kleinsasser family," Cassie said after a beat. "It's over, John Wayne. I know everything." His face twitched. The color drained out of it. "What in the hell are you talking about?" he asked. "I know about your mine," she said. "I know how you framed Blake. I know enough to put you into Deer Lodge prison for a very long time.

His face reddened and his eyes bulged. He looked like he was ready to explode. She looked away because the intensity of his glare was almost violent in itself. Then he surprised her by snorting again and he laughed softly, shaking his head. He seemed suddenly more interested in the untouched shot and beer than he was in her confession.

God. Her husband was in love with another woman. This man she'd thought was her partner, her lover, her friend was really a stranger. For months he'd been lying, sneaking around behind her back…

I wrestled through many sleepless nights after God became real to me. I can only describe this period of my life as 2 years of mental agony.

THE WINDOWS Within these dark chambers, where I live through oppressive days, I pace up and down, trying to find the windows.-When a window opens, it will be a consolation. But the windows are not to be found, or I am unable to find them. And perhaps it's better that I don't. Perhaps the light will be a new tyranny. Who knows what novel things it will reveal.

He was like a god to her. What happens when your god dies? Sebastian wondered. When someone is your sun and moon and stars, and then you discover something, something that reveals a hitherto unknown weakness so fundamental, so shattering that it destroys not only your trust in the other person, but your respect, too. Some people never recover from that kind of disillusionment.

She touched her hand to his cheek, and he turned toward her, his arms coming around her to draw her close, his cheek pressed to the side of her hair. She felt his chest lift against hers as he drew in a ragged breath and held her tight. And then he said the words she'd long thought she'd never hear. "God, how I love you, Hero. So much. So much...

If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.

Consciousness is either inexplicable illusion, or else revelation

Algunos de nosotros dedicamos la vida entera a mantener oculto un secreto, a salvo de quienes intentan entrometerse y atesorándolo como si fuera una perla, solo para acabar descubriendo que se nos escapa cuando menos lo esperamos, revelado por un destello de miedo en los ojos cuando nos pillan desprevenidos, por un dolor repentino, rabia u odio, o por una vergüenza que lo consume todo.

We revel in men like Beecham, Moore—they are the easy repositories of all that is dark in our very social world. But the things that helped make Beecham what he was? Those, we tolerate. Those, we even enjoy…

What is born at midnight, in the eeriest hours of God's presence, can beget our entire reason to be.

My playing had called to another human being at last. Surely, she could be no other than my own true love. Slowly, I got to my feet. Speak to me, I thought. And as if she'd heard me, the young woman's lips parted and she spoke thus: Have you lost your mind?

No matter how much my heart cried out to be alone. For there was something in it that was clambering to get out. A thing I had not known was there until now. A thing with claws, teeth, and a temper, though I still didn't know what it was called.

She was not trying to hide something; nothing she might have tried to hide was left in her

From the mouths of children and fools we will hear the truth spoken

was time to clear the air, empty out the wardrobes, and let the old skeletons see the light of day.

impossible to hide. Every word had led him closer to what was unnameable and appalling. What he had been trying for so many years to repress. Now escape was no longer an option. He felt the morning air fill his lungs as he walked as fast as he could. His heart was pounding in

Don't fear anything for your letters, they are burnt one by one and I hope you do the same with mine.

We are all telling the same story. When writing about race, there can perhaps be precious little wholly fresh revelation. As with writing about motherhood. It has been the same story for as long as anyone can remember.

Es grave confundir la anestesia con la esperanza.

but sometimes a mystery opens up like a night flower.

Everyone holds secrets that need protecting.

What I didn't understand was that in spite of their power, word meanings are sometimes hidden or disguised.