Quotes About Revelation

I wasn't going to tell you until after the Hunger Games . . ." She fell silent. "But now you have to," he said. "Or, I'll imagine the worst things possible. Please, just tell me.

Oh, right, I'm supposed to be pregnant, I think. While I'm trying to think what that means and how I should act, maybe throw up or something, Finnick has positioned himself at the edge of the water.

I didn't expect that." "I told you he hated me," I say.

It must be excruciating, but I lost all my sympathy for Haymitch when I realized how he had deceived us.

You're alive," I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that's so wide it must look like a grimace. Peeta's alive. And a traitor. But at the moment, I don't care. Not what he says, or who he says it for, only that he is still capable of speech.

Conversely, I though humiliation would be everything, but it´s such a nothing.

I review what I know once again, confronting the monolith now alien and almost unconnected to me: my marriage.

Nate was back within a few minutes and sat in the armchair on the other side of the fireplace to his father, Rhoda had already seated herself on the sofa, while DS Shepherd remained standing. She had to withhold a smile at the thought they looked as if they were on the set of an Agatha Christie mystery, and the policeman was just about to reveal the name of the killer. They only needed a gardener, a maid and an eccentric aunt to complete the cast

Fortune does not change men, it unmasks them.

Well then, Elise," Marceline says, using my name for the first time since I've known her. "I guess it's time for you to wake up.

Una mattina presto trovo Realm sulla porta che dà sul retro, con un gran sorriso stampato sulla faccia. [...] Lui apre la controporta, lasciando entrare una brezza leggera che profuma d'erba. Guardo fuori e sgrano gli occhi: ci sono sei cervi nel nostro giardino, tra cui un cucciolo. Sono bellissimi. Faccio un passo verso di loro e mi posa un braccio sulle spalle. - A volte ci scordiamo che le cose belle esistono - bisbiglio.

My eyes are trained on the trees, but my heart begins to race. "Maybe it's time you try," I say. I'm not in denial; I've always known Realm was hiding something. But now, here, I'm scared of what he has to say.

He opened up a different part of my soul.

You owe them the truth. And the more you give them, the less you have to carry.

Truth is as straight as an arrow, while a lie swivels all over the place. You can hide Truth under a doormat, but eventually the mat will rise very high with Time -- forcing it to reveal all the truths it conceals.

while those who presume to teach philosophy without that God-revealed knowledge, however well-meaning their endeavor, succeed, for the most part, in engendering only doubt and confusion in the world.

It is really one moment of looking love dead in the eye that takes us everywhere in a flash.

Every once in a while, when the audience is expecting to see one thing, you have to show them something else.

In writing literary fiction, you are trying to help yourself. And readers are going to literary fiction not just to be entertained, but because they feel something else will happen; that the experience will take them beyond themselves and show them something they haven't seen before.

We found what we could at that time - the truth. If somebody else can find something else which we didn't find, that, of course, is a duty on their part, as is the truth. It will be the truth.

You write a book, and after 50 pages you think it's about one thing, and then you write another hundred and you realize it's about something else, and then by the time you're done, you can look back and say, 'Oh, this is what it's about.'

No books ever go into my laboratory. The thing I am to do and the way are revealed to me the moment I am inspired to create something new. Without God to draw aside the curtain, I would be helpless. Only alone can I draw close enough to God to discover His secrets.

Creativity and insight almost always involve an experience of acute pattern recognition: the eureka moment in which we perceive the interconnection between disparate concepts or ideas to reveal something new.

One of the reasons I love horror so much is - when it's done well - you can keep peeling away the layers and see something new every time.