Quotes About Revelation

I know it is still there, hiding its secret beneath those long, red leaves, but it woukdn't be hidden from me for part of my life is buried there, too.

Stories give people the feeling that there is meaning, that there is ultimately an order lurking behind the incredible confusion of appearances and phenomena that surrounds them. This order is what people require more than anything else.

For she was clever. It had not been a lie then, that ecstasy which had visited her when she read A Midsummer Night's Dream on top of the railway coach last summer. It had meant something. She had understood something. She was drunk with an intoxicating wine of gladness.

Truth is the most valuable thing in the world but often times is hidden by a bodyguard of lies.

For if you wish to discover a man's true feelings, it is always best to provoke him.

Caroline took a long draught of wine, half a glass as against Ross's sip. She leaned back against the red plush. 'For instance, Ross, I could lie happily with you tonight.' His eyes went quickly up to hers. 'Could you?' 'Yes. In fact I've always wanted to – as perhaps you know.

Far better now if he had never known. The knowledge served no purpose but to destroy what was left of his peace of mind.

Alla fine, sotto la sporcizia che le copriva il viso, comparve un vago rossore.

I had a feeling once about Mathematics - that I saw it all. Depth beyond depth was revealed to me - the Byss and Abyss. I saw - as one might see the transit of Venus or even the Lord Mayor's Show - a quantity passing through infinity and changing its sign from plus to minus. I saw exactly why it happened and why the tergiversation was inevitable but it was after dinner and I let it go.

We owe to the Jews in the Christian revelation a system of ethics which, even if it were entirely separated from the supernatural, would be incomparably the most precious possession of mankind, worth in fact the fruits of all other wisdom and learning put together. On that system and by that faith there has been built out of the wreck of the Roman Empire the whole of our existing civilization.

The ugly truth is revealed that fear is the foundation of obedience.

I had a feeling once about Mathematics, that I saw it all—Depth beyond depth was revealed to me—the Byss and the Abyss.

Read good poetry and read it well, tracing the countless incarnations of every word. These are after all the same words lying dead in dictionaries or leading a gray life in speech. Then why do they shine like new in poems, as if the poet had just discovered them?

When it comes to the crunch, coming out is the greatest of all confessions. Nothing is more difficult to acknowledge. When we become ourselves we reach right back to the time when we were conceived out of our parents' passion. We murder their lives. There can never be any forgiveness.

Samotno?? jest wypychaj?ca. Wi?c po d?u?szej m?ce znowu otworzy?em drzwi, ukaza?em si? na progu, z samotno?ci troch? na o?lep jak nietoperz.

If Jesus came back and saw what's going on in his name, he'd never stop throwing up.

If Jesus came back and saw what was going on in his name, he'd never stop throwing-up.

Suddenly, one day, out of nowhere, an enormous abyss opened up beneath our feet and I was staring into a face I didn't recognize.

There I was at fifteen, on the hook, confronted by Matisse and Chagall, by Nolde, Kirchner, and Schmidt-Rotluff, by Guernica and the frantic wall-sized Jackson Pollock, by the Beckmann triptych and Louise Nevelson's dark black sculpture.

To say that I was blown away by Mort Sahl—it would be like when I first tasted spare ribs.

Suddenly, he heard a horrible sound and realized it was his own voice.

During the court procedure, I was so naïve. I assumed if you perjured yourself you went to jail, but it didn't seem to matter when people were exposed in court as liars.

Each person reveals himself by what he says and does, by the way he dresses, by the way he responds to events, by what he reads and watches, and generally by the way he lives life. By observing anyone, you can see what that person is like.

If you were to peer into the heart of a stone at the atomic level, you would not see a dead, inert mass of material but a furiously whirling mini-cosmos. This mini-cosmos would look much like what you see when you look into the night sky, but its bits and pieces would be whirling at speeds near that of light.