Quotes About Revelation

Jeez Louise, this is why

And eventually-though neither of us knew it yet-we'd end up here, in this place, within and without the world of the painting.

SEVERAL MINUTES LATER, MR. BYRNE PULLS INTO THE DRIVEWAY of a modest beige stucco house with brown trim. As soon as he turns off the car, Mrs. Byrne looks back at me and says, "We've decided on Dorothy.

When mysteries shall be revealed; All secrets be unsealed; When things of night, when things of shame, Shall find at last a name… ~ Sooner or Later: Yet at Last

My brother gave me his Pinto, but he neglected to tell me one thing: It doesn't handle well on pavement.

We have rooms in ourselves. Most of them we have not visited yet. Forgotten rooms. From time to time we can find the passage. We find strange things . . . old phonographs, pictures, books . . . they belong to us, but it is the first time we have found them.

Trust the tale, not the teller.

Mairi stared at Parlabane with an expression he had seen too often down the years: that look of distress at having discovered precisely how deep the rabbit hole goes, and what darkness lay at its end.

the truth doesn't hide, but it sure as fuck ain't easy to find.

The film is about Joe discovering who his mother and father are and his relationship with them, and the identity crisis he goes through once he finds out who his parents are.

Imagination is the wide-open eye which leads us always to see truth more vividly.

I'm most interested in that moment when my entire perspective changes, and I have to reconsider everything.

There's a lot to do when you have a baby. The first thing, which is taking me a really long time: I have to figure out who the father is.

suonieni pimeys tunkee esiin, silmistäni, korvistani, suustani navastani

This Soon is like a thunderclap. This little word is like the spark that sets off the thunderstorm, and suddenly, for the thousandth part of a second, the whole world is bright beneath this word.

Thirty-seven years later I found out for whom he had been searching: Charlotte Lobjoie, a woman who had born him a son, Jean Marie, in March 1918.40

The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible. —OSCAR WILDE WE

Reflected, framed, the room had charms foreign to the original, just as an ordinary or even ugly object gains beauty and dignity when painted or photographed.

And the contrast between our families hit me like a King James Version falling from the sky.

Who I am remains to be seen— and I alone intend to be the one to see it.

It is light that dismantles each moment, I had thought then. Light proves it one thing or another. Darkness does not judge.

The mystery of language was revealed to me. I knew then that "w-a-t-e-r" meant the wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand. That living word awakened my soul, gave it light, joy, set it free!

I always knew He was there, but I didn't know His name.

For one awful, long moment she is hanging head-downward, wings open, like a turkey in a butcher's shop, only her head is turned right-way-up and she is seeing more than she has ever seen before in her whole short life. Her world was an aviary no larger than a living room. Then it was a box. But now it is this; and she can see everything: