Quotes About Revelation

And… it's like all my life I've been this tower standing at the edge of the ocean for some obscure purpose, and only now, almost eighteen years in, has someone thought to flip the switch that reveals that I'm not a tower at all. I'm a lighthouse.

There was only one possible answer, as plain as it was disturbing. That she was not, in fact, human.

So Sarai gave in to the scream that night, and the dark things within her took wing. They came boiling out between her lips, and they weren't demons after all, but moths.

I didn't even know my face could do this. It's like there were hidden zippers in my cheeks. Jesus. This must be what feelings are. This is why people write poems! I get it now. I get it, and I want more.

Those words were like… they were like seeing a bloody knife. You didn't need to have witnessed the stabbing to understand what it meant.

Our eyes meet. And…it's like all my life I've been this tower standing at the edge of the ocean for some obscure purpose, and only now, almost eighteen years in, has someone thought to flip the switch that reveals that I'm not a tower at all. I'm a lighthouse. It's like waking up. I am incandescent.

Over the years she'd found that that was all it took, that lazy smile, and she could tell the truth without risk of being believed.

It's a secret. My previous best friend suspected, and now she's at the bottom of a well. (Not really. She's in Poland. I had nothing to do with it

I've never liked to call it that," cut in Thyon—softly, like a confession. "It's bitter on my tongue. I think of it as the Unseen City instead.

Everything else in Lazlo's mind took a step back to clear space for this new intelligence.

Shadows told the truth,

Soon, everything else would come rushing at him. Like the ground to a falling man, it would come rushing up and hit him all at once—the place, the company, her words; one implication would lead to another and shatter him—but around that intake of breath the world hung silent and bright, so bright, and Akiva knew only this one thing, and held on to it and wanted to live inside of it and stay there forever. Karou was alive.

This realization was the mental equivalent of a slow-motion clip played in reverse: A great mess lifts itself off the floor and flies upward to arrange itself on a tabletop. Tea unpuddles and siphons itself into cups midair to land neatly on a tray. Books leap from a jumble, flapping their covers like wings, and rise to roost in a stack. Sense out of madness.

Beklemi?sin," dedi Akiva. "Ben... bekleyece?imi söylemi?tim." "Bekleyebilece?in kadar bekleyece?ini söylemi?tin." Söz vermedi?i için k?zm?? m?yd?? Karou ona, o s?rada, ?imdi fark?nda oldu?u ?eyi bilmdi?ini söylemek istiyordu -"bekleyebilece?i kadar beklemenin" yeterince uzun bir süre oldu?unu, sanki hayat? boyunca onu beklemi? gibi hissetti?ini...

Las sombras decían la verdad

There was a deceptive tangling of alleys that gave the impression of a map that shifted behind you, gargoyles tiptoeing away, stones like puzzle pieces rearranging themselves into new configurations while you weren't looking.

Still, feeling deeply that his filth was as unforgivable imposition, he'd chosen to bathe first, and thus had he discovered, at the age of twenty, the incomparable pleasure of submergence in hot water. Who knew?

It's like all my life I've been this tower standing on the edge of the ocean for some obscure purpose, and only now ,almost 18 years in, has someone thought to flip the switch and reveal that I am not a tower at all. I am a lighthouse. It's like waking up. I am incandescent. I never knew I could admit heat and light.

You can't know. You can't know until you know

La mente es buena para ocultar cosas, pero no puede borrarlas. Solo puede disimularlas, y las cosas disimuladas no están ausentes.

lost and found, both lighter and heavier at the same time.

Ve. Ve, y a ver qué hay en ti.

Sudarminto paused. He thought about what he should say if Amba had indeed read the whole Book of Centhini and, worse, the parts she was not supposed to.

We all have the dark, ignorant shadow inside us. I have worked endlessly to reveal it and heal it in me, but of course there's some primitive weird stuff in me. The Tea Party is about exhorting white supremacy, though, so I've had a tiny bit of trouble experiencing sympathy.