Quotes About Revelation

Giordino: I've been wanting to say this, but you look vaguely familiar. The Kid: Can't imagine why. I don't recall meeting up with you fellas before. Giordino: Would I offend you if I asked you your real name? The Kid: Not at all, I don't take offense easily. It's an odd name. Never used it much. It's Clive Cussler. Giordino: You're right, it is an odd name.

As Maeve hurried from the study, she turned and took one last look at her father and Boudicca, whom she always thought of as her sister, an older sibling who remained distant and seldom displayed anything but animosity, but a sister nonetheless. Her father had kept the secret well, enduring the shame and hiding it from the world. It sickened her to discover after all these years that Boudicca was a man.

Lügen schmerzen, die Wahrheit jedoch bewegt uns.

When she raises her eyelids, it's as if she were taking off all her clothes.

I sat up straight. How in the world does a simple Cockney pickpocket know all about 'The Vampyre' and Frankenstein and their connections? Mina's eyes widened, gleaming like marbles in the dim light. I'd actually taken her by surprise. That, my dear Miss Stoker, is a very good question. A very good question.

Isn't it great when you're a kid and the world is full of anonymous things? Everything is bright and mysterious until you know what it is called and then all the light goes out of it...Once we knew the name of it, how could we ever come to love it?...For things had true natures, and they hid behind false names, beneath the skin we gave them.

It appeared before her one night in the attic like a spark, a small and simple truth

Plenty of boys had talked of the secret graveyard before, but as it had ever been with Nickel, no one believed them until someone else said it.

favored on her visits. Up close, it was plain

Tonight the song you always despised strides from the jukebox full-bodied and you hear the lyrics for the first time, understand the lyrics for the first time after all these years. This new you with an older soul. Now it's your favorite. All this time singing the wrong words.

Let this be a lesson to us all, said the preacher. You will be walking someday in the dark and the truth will come shining through, and behind you will be a life that you never want to see again.

The old days, they arrive back in the oddest ways, suddenly taut, breaking the surface, a salmon leap.

The watchers below pulled their breath in all at once. The air suddenly felt shared. The man above was a word they seemed to know, though they had not heard it before.

There are those of us who haven't yet told our stories, or refuse to tell them, and so we become them: we hide away inside the memory until we can no longer stand the shell or the shock - perhaps I must tell it before it is forgotten or becomes like everything else, something else.

It is, in the end, she thinks, the shallowest of confessions: all of the truth, none of the honesty.

The air felt suddenly shared. The man above was a word they seemed to know, though they had not heard it before.

That's what I like about God. You get to know Him by His occasional absence.

What mystery we lose when we figure things out, but perhaps there's a mystery in the obvious, too.

different from who I thought myself to be.

El amor es la única vía para llegar a lo más profundo de la personalidad de un hombre. Nadie conoce la esencia de otro ser humano si no lo ama. Por el acto espiritual del amor se contemplan los rasgos esenciales de la persona amada; incluso su potencialidad, lo que aún no ha sido revelado. Aún más: mediante el amor, la persona que ama capacita al amado a actualizar sus posibilidades ocultas. El amor consigue que el otro realice su potencialidad personal.

A thought transfixed me: for the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth

Live as if you were living already for the second time and as if you had acted the first time as wrongly as you are about to act now!...imagine first that the present is past and, second, that the past may yet be changed and amended.

MIKE Nash glanced anxiously at his watch and then eyed the twin flat-screen monitors. Both prisoners were sleeping soundly. If all went according to plan, their slumber wouldn't last much longer. The prisoners had been picked up seven days earlier on a routine patrol. At the time, the young GI's had no idea whom they had stumbled upon. That revelation came later, and by accident. The brass at the Bagram Air Base in Afghanistan quickly separated the two men from the other 396 enemy

Ben Freidman was lying to her, but in the hall of mirrors that was her life, she wasn't about to reveal what she really knew.