Quotes About Revelation

He thought I was aloof and I thought he was arrogant. It just shows you how wrong you can be. But once he kissed me that was that.

I don't mean that I remember hearing about it. I remember the caul, and then the sudden absence of it.

gaping open, panting. It looked like a toothy smile.

It was that ugly moment when you had to back up through time inside your head, and reframe everything you thought you knew about somebody. You had to revise reality after the fact. At least the reality you thought you knew.

Hmm," he said. "Like the world is big again. No. Not again. Like I only thought it had gotten small while I was inside, but now I see it was big the whole time, just waiting out there. Waiting for me to come back.

Thank you for letting me know I have a knower. Not that you ever told me I did, exactly. But when you told me you did, that there were things you knew with your knower, I checked inside myself. Imagine my surprise.

gone. I figured you had some kind of secret. I

Everybody's on their best behavior during courting. That's just how the world works. It's how people work. Then, when they figure they've got you for keeps, that's when you find out what you've really gotten yourself into.

Raymond opened his mouth to say something. But he was still unclear on what the something would be. Part of him wanted to express what a big deal it was. Bigger than her words had tried to make it out to be. But it seemed unlikely that he would say a thing like that. He never had before.

I had this wonderful feeling inside as I ran. Like I'd gotten a sneak peek into love, and it was okay in there.

It made me wonder if always telling the truth was a thing only for people who are about to die. And who know it. That would explain why it's not such a common thing.

You can only save face for just so long before you wake up and realize you have nothing left worth saving.

She half stood, half floated in the water, absorbing the totality of Lance and Neal having so much shared history. So much life with each other that Roseanna knew nothing about. It felt as though someone had been watching her through one-way mirrored glass while staying safely anonymous and hidden himself. It also meant there was a great deal of her son's life that she had missed, but that much she'd known already. It just hurt to get a good look at it in retrospect.

chose to be revealed through the stories of the Bible, stories of God actively relating to people, and stories of God becoming flesh and living among those people. To know God we must know the stories of God,

Do you know, Masha, how revelation comes? Like death. So sudden, though you knew all along it must occur. A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

It's a secret and if you tell a secret the secret comes alive and can never be kept safe at home again.

For when a box is shut, you cannot tell what it might contain, so you might as well say it contains everything, because, really, it could contain anything, see? But when you open it, you affect what is inside. Observing something changes it, that's a law, nothing to be done.

Perhaps one was not meant to see what a husband looked like before he made himself more or less presentable. Perhaps the republic of husbands was a strange and frightening place full of not only birds, but bats too, and lizards, and bears, and worms, and other beasts waiting to fall out of a tree and into a wedding ring.

After so long keeping to herself and tending her secret quietly, all these words just bubbled up out of her her like cool golden champagne.

Funniest thing about love, how it shakes loose when no one's looking. How the dark helps it along. Maybe that's why we dug caves so much, way back when.

It's like Goguenar's Fourth General Unkillable Fact says: Everyone's always saying love is the element that binds the universe together, but that's a load of bollocks; It's convenience.

Everyone cried when the creature first spoke to them. No, not cried. They wept. They wept like the cavemen of Lascaux suddenly transported into the Sistine Chapel just in time for a live performance of Phantom of the Opera as sung by Tolkien's elves. Their senses simply were not built for this, weren't meant to come anywhere near this kind of velvet-barreled sensory shotgun, loaded for bear.

My mistress used to say that you couldn't ever really be naked unless you wanted to be. She said, 'Even if you've taken off every stitch of clothing, you still have your secrets, your history, your true name. It's quite difficult to be really naked. You have to work hard at it. Just getting into a bath isn't being naked, not really. It's just showing skin. And foxes and bears have skin, too, so I shan't be ashamed if they're not.