Quotes About Revelation

The liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perceptions.

The moment the colorful papier-mâché burst, instead of Tootsie Rolls or Hershey's Kisses, everyone present was showered with Vicodins, Darvons, Percodans, amyl nitrate ampoules, LSD stamps, and assorted barbiturates. The now-wealthy, now-middle-aged parents were ecstatic, while my little friends and I couldn't help but feel a tad bit cheated.

You had a near-life experience, the mechanic says.

Kid's got this look like he's just seen the wrong person naked riding a bicycle from behind.

It feels bad, telling you all this. Spoiling the surprise, I mean. You'll see it all yourself, soon enough. That is, if you live too long. Or if you just give up and go nuts ahead of schedule. My mom, Eva, even you, eventually everybody gets a bracelet.

It's hard to explain to someone who's never had the experience—the unmistakable, life-altering moment when you read a book and realize that someone out in the world has read your mind and put into words all the thoughts and ideas crashing around inside your own head. For me, it was like Don Swanstrom

Der Gedanke hat seinen Reiz, dass ich längst dem Untergang geweiht war und dass alle, die ich liebte, mehr über mich wussten als ich selbst. Wenn dem so ist, bin ich von allem freigesprochen, was ich falsch gemacht habe. Ich bin wehrlos und ahnungslos, aber ohne Schuld.

You can tell people the truth, but they'll never believe you until the event. Until it's too late.

Between the yams and the stuffing, Dad looks down at his plate and says, "Do you know about rimming?" I know it isn't table talk. "And fisting?" my mom asks.

To vÅ¡e se dÄ›je až poté, co se ukázalo, že to celé o Velikono?ním zají?kovi byl kec. I po odhalení podvod? s JežíÅ¡kem a s vílou kmotÃ…â"¢i?kou a se svatým KryÅ¡tofem a s newtonovskou fyzikou a s modelem atomu podle Nielse Bohra, i potom ten pitomý klu?ina poÃ…â"¢ád v??il mamce.

Wait- there was a book?

I want you to know more than just what people think is safe to tell you," she said.

Afterword) Years [after the book became a success], a young man pulled me aside before a book event. He said he loved how in Fight Club I wrote about waiters tainting food. He asked me to sign a book and said he worked in a five-star restaurant where they monkey with celebrities' food all the time. "Margaret Thatcher," he said, "has eaten my sperm." He held up one hand, fingers spread, and said, "At least five times.

Da giovani cerchiamo qualcosa che ci rallenti e ci tenga intrappolati in un posto abbastanza a lungo da poter spingere lo sguardo sotto la superficie delle cose. Questo primo disastro è una vaccinazione

People would make a much fuller confession to Satan than to God.

Maybe it's from the Greek word for "apocalypse"—apokálypsis. An uncovering. A revealing.

An epiphany was a useful revelation about the world around you; an apophany was a revelation, too, but wrong in that you had incorrectly discerned a pattern where none had existed, taking enlightenment from an untrue thing.

Apophenia, they called it. An epiphany was a useful revelation about the world around you; an apophany was a revelation, too, but wrong in that you had incorrectly discerned a pattern where none had existed, taking enlightenment from an untrue thing. It was the human way—seeing truth in the storm of darkness and noise. Faces in clouds, ghosts on video, Jesus on a piece of damn toast.

An epiphany was a useful revelation about the world around you; an apophany was a revelation, too, but wrong in that you had incorrectly discerned a pattern where none had existed, taking enlightenment from an untrue thing. It was the human way—seeing truth in the storm of darkness and noise. Faces in clouds, ghosts on video, Jesus on a piece of damn toast.

who I am in my head, very few people really get to see that. Almost none. It's the most precious gift I can give, to bring her out of hiding. Maybe I've learned it's a mistake to reveal her at all.

you wouldn't want them to know that in your heart, you are proud, and maybe even haughty, and are riven by thoughts the revelation of which would show everyone how deeply Not Nice you are.

He didn't much like reading novels - he preferred history or philosophy - or poetry, although he could read only a little poetry at a time, because when a poem spoke to him it was as if a brilliant, agonizing light had been turned upon some tiny, private cell of his soul.

She, who had felt she saw so clearly that it hurt, had felt that the truth, crystalline, was, with Murray, granted her (though not through his help, or anything he did: but just by his presence; as though, indeed, he were but a part of her that had been lost, a magnificent platonic epiphany repeated, and daily repeated: this, surely, was love!), felt, now, that the weight of emotion lay like a veil, a fine mist.

A mystery is not something that cannot be known, but something that for the time being is hidden.