Quotes About Revelation

You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me!

Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face. Guess.' The bird ruffled up its golden feathers, and Mo saw that the mark on its breast was blood. You are Death.' Mo felt the word heavy on his tongue. Could any word be heavier?

Secrets. They add to the darkness of the world but they also make you want to find out more...

Well what does it matter,' he muttered when he was out in the corridor. 'Who wants to know the end of a story in advance?

Why did such truths only reveal themselves after they'd become lies?

How clear one's own desires become once they are made impossible.

Sometimes we think we know people at first sight," he said. "As though we'd met them a hundred times before, in another life, in another world. And then we realize that we know nothing. How did they look as children? What dreams startle them from their sleep?

One day God felt he ought to give his workshop a spring-clean…. It was amazing what ragged bits and pieces came out from under his workbench as he swept. Beginnings of creatures, bits that looked useful but had seemed wrong, ideas that he'd mislaid and forgotten…. There was even a tiny lump of sun. He scratched his head. What could be done with all this rubbish? Ted Hughes, "Leftovers," from The Dreamfighter

Da dove devo cominciare? Intanto, va chiarita subito una cosa fondamentale: un romanziere non scrive mai tutto quello che sa sui suoi personaggi. I lettori non devono venire a sapere tutto. Alcuni aspetti è meglio che restino un segreto fra lo scrittore e le sue creature.

aber keine von ihnen war so recht bei der Sache und das Gefühl, das sich sonst sofort eingestellt hatte, wenn sie zusammen im Wohnwagen saßen, das Gefühl von Geborgenheit, von Freiheit und Freundschaft, wollte sich einfach nicht einstellen. Als hätte der Wohnwagen plötzlich Löcher und flüsterte ihnen all das über die Welt zu, was sie nicht wissen wollten.

was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed… . He wanted … to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls, and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning. Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Noch eind Land, das ich zum ersten Mal hinter den Spiegeln bereise. Ich kenne deine Welt so viel besser als meine. - Jacob

Sie wird eine Füchsin zur Mutter haben und einen Vater, der aus einer anderer Welt stammt und den Namen Reckless zu Recht trägt. All deine Spiegel werden zerspringen und sie wird dein wahres Gesicht kennen.

Nach meiner Erfahrung erklärt jeder neue Ort uns eine neue Region unseres Herzens. Als trügen wir die ganse Welt auch in unserem Innern und müssten sie nur entdecken.

Of course, the marvels you hoped to find might not be waiting inside the covers, so then you closed the book, sorry that its promise had not been kept. But Inkheart was not a book of that

It is hard to have secrets one cannot share, or to believe in a truth that others don't want to see.

I can see why your father has never told you about Capricorn,' said Dustfinger, looking at Mo. 'If I had children I'd rather tell them about nice people too.

At last. Here they came. Trumpets rang out in a fanfare L. from the city gates, an arrogant metallic sound.

First, something basic: a storyteller never writes down everything he knows about his characters. There's no need for readers to know everything. Some of it is better kept secret between the author and his creations.

And the letters on the page tell us only as much as we'd see peering through a keyhole. Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on—developing and changing like our own world.

Face-book has all the social graces of a nose-picking, hyperactive six-year-old, standing at the threshold of your attention and chanting, "I know something, I know something, I know something, won't tell you what it is!

You know what is in Room 101, Winston. Everyone knows what is in Room 101.

Every Christian generation learns equally the lessons of Revelation—that God is in control, that the powers of the world are minuscule when compared with God, that God is as likely to work through apparent weakness and failure as through strength and success, and that in the end God's people will prevail.

The Supper is still singing.