Quotes About Revelation

I'm obsessed with giving the audience something they don't see coming.

The great discoveries are usually obvious.

Sometimes if biography is too head-on, it can feel too obvious.

Theatre is, occasionally, capable of moments of truth.

Gossip can be entertaining: occasionally, I've heard the most fascinating things about myself I never knew.

It's funny - sometimes when you approach people they get freaked out but occasionally you'll find a gem who's unselfconscious in front of the camera.

Christ appeared alive on several occasions after the cataclysmic events of that first Easter.

It's hard enough to find out about the things the universe prefers to keep hidden without our government, which somebody you know must have voted for, covering up what has already been found. Sometimes, of course, it hides things to save its own neck and sometimes seemingly just for the hell of it.

It was a beautiful stretch of water, either to a fisherman or a photographer, although each would have focused his equipment on a different point. It was a barely submerged waterfall. The reef of rock was about two feet under the water, so the whole river rose into one wave, shook itself into spray, then fell back on itself and turned blue. After it recovered from the shock, it came back to see how it had fallen.

It is clear to me now that the universe in its truculence doesn't permit itself to be that well known.

Metaphor reveals a writer's true grasp of life. To the degree that you have no metaphor, you have not yet lived much of a life.

Nothing could be better than the moment when a woman opened her legs for you. That first time! If you had an eye for the little differences, you knew twice as much about her as you could learn from her face. Alois Senior would attest to that. The female organ! Whoever designed this form had certainly been sly about the job. (This was about as close as Alois ever came to admiring the Creator.)

Hey, there's a place in the darkness. You know what I mean? I think I met you there. I knew you there.

A book is a present that you can open again and again

Of course, if you've ever gotten a surprise package, you can imagine how puzzled and excited Milo was; and if you've never gotten one, pay close attention, because someday you might.

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year—what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

The past reappears because it is a hidden present.

A TODOS, en algún momento, se nos ha revelado nuestra existencia como algo particular, intransferible y precioso. Casi siempre esta revelación se sitúa en la adolescencia. El descubrimiento de nosotros mismos se manifiesta como un sabernos solos; entre el mundo y nosotros se abre una impalpable, transparente muralla: la de nuestra conciencia.

Tell me how you die and I will tell you who you are.

Y sus sacerdotes jamás sospecharon que Pies y Manos no eran sino las extremidades de un mismo dios.

El lente es una poderosa prolongación del ojo y, sin embargo, lo que nos muestra la fotografía, una vez revelada la película, es algo que no vio el ojo o que no pudo retener la memoria. Imaginar, componer y crear son verbos colindantes. Por la composición, la fotografía es un arte.

Do not be content with the old anointing. It is essential to a more holy and happy life...that you seek to be anointed with new oil. Do not be satisfied with past experiences. [...] Seek to have a new revelation of Christ to your soul. Seek the renewed application of His precious blood to your conscience. Oh, seek the fresh oil!

usually sees only at Christmas. At last he reached in and tenderly removed his gift of glass from the carton. "A geranium! I cannot believe it. A pelargonium

or a saint who had spent all his years preparing for his grand entry into heaven, only to discover on his deathbed that heaven was not some blue expanse full of angelic string quartets and opalescent clouds, but an eternity granted for reliving one's happiest moments, and that he had none to remember;