Quotes About Revelation

And presently I was shaking hands with both of them in the street, the sloping street, and everything was whirling and flying before the approaching white deluge, and a truck with a mattress from Philadelphia was confidently rolling down to an empty house, and dust was running and writhing over the exact slab of stone where Charlotte, when they lifted the laprobe for me, had been revealed, curled up, her eyes intact, their black lashes still wet, matted, like yours, Lolita.

Remember that what you are told is really threefold: shaped by the teller, reshaped by the listener, concealed from both by the dead man of the tale.

How little I knew of his life! But now I was learning something every instant. The door standing slightly ajar was the best link imaginable.

Before letting go he looked down. Some kind of hasty preparations were under way there: the window reflections gathered together and leveled themselves out, the whole chasm was seen to divide into dark and pale squares, and at the instant when Luzhin unclenched his hand, at the instant when icy air gushed into his month, he saw exactly what kind of eternity was obligingly and inexorably spread out before him.

the name that the astute reader has guessed long ago

what was the name of that hotel, you know [nose puckered], come on, you know—with those white columns and the marble swan in the lobby? Oh, you know [noisy exhalation of breath]—the hotel where you raped me. Okay, skip it. I mean, was it [almost in a whisper] The Enchanted Hunters? Oh, it was? [musingly] Was it

What a misunderstanding" said Cincinnatus and suddenly burst out laughing. He stood up and took off the dressing gown, the skullcap, the slippers. He took off the linen trousers and shirt. He took off his head like a toupee, took off his collarbones like shoulder straps, took off his rib cage like a hauberk. He took off his hips and his legs, he took off his arms like gauntlets and threw them in a corner. What was left of him gradually dissolved, hardly coloring the air.

La mujer barbuda nos lee las manos y predice lo que seremos, aunque no adivina lo que somos.

Now I shall spy on beauty as none has Spied on it yet.

What a misunderstanding, said Cincinnatus and suddenly burst out laughing. He stood up and took off the dressing-gown, the skullcap, the slippers. he took off the linen trousers and shirt He took off his head like a toupee, took off his collarbones like shoulder straps, took off his rib cage like a hauberk. He took off his hips and his legs, he took off his arms like gauntlets and threw them in a corner. What was left of him gradually dissolved, hardly colouring the air.

Now I wish to introduce the following idea. Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched travelers, twice or many times older than they, reveal their true nature which is not human, but nymphic (that is, demoniac); and these chosen creatures I propose to designate as "nymphets

Mlle Larivière bat alsbald Ada, sie zu einem abgelegenen Plätzchen zu begleiten. Dort nun stand die vollständig angezogene Dame in ihrem voluminösen Kleid, das seinen stattlichen Faltenwurf zwar beibehielt, aber offenbar um einen Zoll länger geworden war, so daß ihre Prünellenschuhe verdeckt wurden, stocksteif über einem verborgenen Platzregen und kehrte im nächsten Moment zu ihrer normalen Größe zurück. [...]

the conjurer had poured milk, molasses, foaming champagne into a young lady's new white purse; and lo, the purse was intact

Revelation can be more perilous than Revolution.

I wasn't prepared for you, Elise. Holy hell…not even close.

Ah, fuck," he uttered raggedly against her lips. "This wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to happen, Devony." She hadn't been prepared for him, either.

The truth gets uglier the longer you try to hold it down.

Everything about this woman was more than he was prepared for. She was his. God help her, but he belonged to her too.

Lu-cy...you have some s'plainin' to do. ~Gem

Then He was gone. I opened my eyes. My savior was looking at me. I think he was wanting another beer.

I've seen Jesus. He just looks like you and me. You could meet Him out on the street and you wouldn't know Him. I know why He ain't come back. The world would probably find some way to kill Him again.

I set out to make sense of my life. And I found out that one's life, particularly after one has written about it, doesn't make sense. Life doesn't make sense.

I must confess something to you." "Confess." "I must confess to you that I've read they go and do it in the bushes and on islands and, would you believe, inside of trucks.

Indeed, in Revelation there is also a particularly notable emphasis that proper worship of and allegiance to "God" includes Jesus ("the Lamb") as well, the divinely