Quotes About Revelation

It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.

By 'aha' she means 'one minute' Stephano claims he knows nothing about snakes, the next he claims he is an expert! By 'aha' she means 'Stephano has been lying to us'. By 'aha' she means 'we've finally exposed his dishonesty to you'! By 'aha' she means 'aha'!

Klaus had not told his siblings about the book, because he didn't want to give them false hope.

Like an envelope, a hollow figurine, and a coffin, a refrigerator can hold all sorts of things, and they may turn out to be very important depending on what kind of day you are having.

Very often you expect one thing from looking at the outside of it, but when you open it, there's something else entirely.

There are secrets everywhere. I think everyone's parents have secrets. You just have to know where to look for them.

As I'm sure you know, whenever you are examining someone else's belongings, you are bound to learn many interesting things about the person of which you were not previously aware... I recently looked in the refrigerator of one of my enemies and learned she was a vegetarian, or at least pretending to be one, or had a vegetarian visiting her for a few days.

Sometimes things can go on right in front of your nose, but you don't know about them.

José!" Sunny shrieked, which probably meant something like "No way!

is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.

Without the dark, everything would be light, and you would never know if you needed a lightbulb.

The denouement is the moment when all of the knots of a story are untied, and all the threads are unraveled, and everything is laid out clearly for the world to see. But the denouement should not be confused with the end of the story...It is often the second-to-last event, or the penultimate peril.

I've woken up from dreams and the whole song is there. I'm listening to it in my dreams. I consciously have to wake myself up and get a tape recorder because I hear it like a record.

Bedtime is daytime, and we come into bloom after midnight.

Expose yourself! Show me your tattooed spine and star-encrusted tongue! Admit your feral snarl, your bloody jaws concede your nature and reveal your dreams! each beast contains its god, all gods are dreams all dreams are true — Lenore Kandel, from "Freak Show and Finale," Collected Poems of Lenore Kandel . (North

Life is uncharted territory. It reveals its story one moment at a time.

What do any of us really know about others? Each of us has his own Day of Judgement inside himself.

Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed.

Something magical has happened to me: like a dream when one feels frightened and creepy, and suddenly wakes up to the knowledge that no such terrors exist. I have wakened up.

There it is!' he thought with rapture. 'When I was already in despair, and when it seemed there would be no end- there it is! She loves me. She's confessed it.

I'm wondering if you can speed this story up a bit," Ms. Jordan said. "I spilled pudding on Missy Trillin's head while she was taking a pee." "I see." Ms. Jordan nodded. "Now I think we're getting somewhere.

Rider on the White Horse, Conqueror; the Rider on the Red Horse, War; the Rider on the Black Horse, Famine; and himself, the Rider on the Pale Horse, Death.

The truth had always been far too dangerous for the public to know. The truth didn't usually set people free, it just got them crazier. Most people just couldn't handle the truth.

There was no beauty of the wood or field But she its fragrant bosom-secret knew, Nor any but to her would freely yield Some grace that in her soul took root and grew; Nature to her shone as but now revealed, All rosy-fresh with innocent morning dew, And looked into her heart with dim, sweet eyes That left it full of sylvan memories.