Quotes About Revelation

No, Paul, I couldn't care less if you tell me made-up stories. Our lies reveal as much about us as our truths.' (Said to Paul by Elizabeth Costello, the interloping novelist-angel-inner voice).

Maybe. But in my experience poetry speaks to you either at first sight or not at all. A flash of revelation and a flash of response. Like lightning. Like falling in love.' Like falling in love. Do the young still fall in love, or is that mechanism obsolete by now, unnecessary, quaint, like steam locomotion? He is out of touch, out of date. Falling in love could have fallen out of fashion and come back again half a dozen times, for all he knows.

We are accustomed to believe that our world was created by God speaking the Word; but I ask, may it not rather be that he wrote it, wrote a Word so long we have yet to come to the end of it? May it not be that God continually writes the world, the world and all that is in it?

Freud's warning that what I omit without thinking (i.e. without conscious thought) may be the key to the deepest truth about me?

poetry takes you either now or never. A flash of discovery and a flash of answers. Like the lighting. Like the falling in love.

Lo que anhelamos, lo que todos nosotros anhelamos, es la palabra iluminada que abrirá las puertas de la prisión y nos devolverá la vida.

Tenemos hambre pero no de pan (eso nos dan de comer todos los benditos días, pan con frijoles en salsa de tomate) sino de la palabra, la palabra flamígera que nos revele por qué estamos aquí.

You're a baby, said Robert. You've been asleep all your life. It's time to wake up. Why do you think they give you charity, you and the children? Because they think you are harmless, your eyes aren't opened, you don't see the truth around you.

Sabes qué haré, Simón? Justo antes de morir, voy a escribir todo lo que pasó en mi vida en un papel y después lo voy a plegar muy chiquito y apretarlo en el puño. Entonces, cuando me despierte en la nueva vida podré leer el papel y saber quién soy.

Batwoman: What was it like growing up with him? Nightwing: When I was a kid, I idolized him. Hell... I wanted to be him. But the older I got, the more I realized that I didn't know him at all. How could I? Bruce Wayne is as much a mask as Batman. And I think the only thing behind those masks is pain. A pain he refuses to share with anyone. Batwoman: So what was it like? Nightwing: Lonely.

could see her

Butch nodded, finding as comfortable a bite as he could on the leather. He braced himself as V lifted an arm. Except when his roommate's palm landed on his bare chest all he felt was a warm weight. Butch frowned. This was it? This was fucking it? Scaring the shit out of Marissa for no good- He looked down, pissed off. Oh, wrong hand.

Aha! Lassiter pointed at the boob tube. You motherfucker! I knew you were the father!

Written on the mirror, revealed by the steam, were the words, I love you, Jane.

I want you to know...that you can trust me. John locked eyes with her and was instantly transported to a different plane of existence. Mighta been heaven again. Who the fuck knew or cared. All he knew was that there was only her and him together, the rest of the world drifting away into fog. Was it possible to fall in love with someone twice, he wondered dimly.

You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.

Course, I always knew you were a royal. Just didn't know it went past the pain-in-the-ass part.

The Destroyer has arrived and you are he.

As the two of them came up against each other, Qhuinn's mouth dropped open. But not because he was shocked an not because he wanted in on the action. He simply couldn't breathe. It was as if his ribs had frozen along with his heart. No...no, goddamn it, no... Tell me something, Saxton whispered. Have you ever kissed a male before? Yes, he has, Qhuinn wanted to scream - Blay shook his head. He actually shook his head.

Destiny had a 518 area code..who knew. - Ehlena

Qhuinn didn't know what the fuck was up. People fucking poofing it in and out of the fucking foyer, shit going south... until Autumn came the fuck back. If there had ever been a time to drop the f-bomb, tonight was it.

I didn't know it would be black, she murmured with a little smile. Horror flooded his face. Oh, Christ!

Rehvenge, I'm talking to you more than I speak with my mahmen." "I thought your mother was dead." "She is." "You have a very low standard for communication.

What." Oh, for God's sake. "Fine. Why wouldn't it ever work out?" "Because I was, and I remain, utterly and completely and totally… in love with you." Qhuinn's mouth dropped open.