Quotes About Revelation

See, there's three lights now where there was only two before.' I look out across the sea. There, the two lights are blinking as before, but with another, steady light, shining in between. 'Can you see it?' he says. 'I can,' I say. 'It's there.' And that is when he puts his arms around me and gathers me into them as though I were his own.

I got lost in him, and it was the kind of lost that's exactly like being found.

Nobody would know me from my own description of myself; which is why, when called upon (rarely, I grant) to provide an account, I tailor it, I adapt, I try to provide an outline that can, in some way, correlate to the outline that people understand me to have -- that, I suppose, I actually have, at this point. But who I am in my head, very few people really get to see that. Almost none. It's the most precious gift I can give, to bring her out of hiding.

It was one of those moments when life's disguises are stripped away, when you see clearly what is real, and all you can say to yourself is "useful to get that learned.

But the aspect of secrets is they leak out. If they didn't leak, they wouldn't be interesting.

I see something of a comrade in you. You like a book. Silent revelation on a page pleases you better than a self-bolstering display of verbal spillage. What do you see in me?

Talking about ideas for a novel is a bit like showing pictures of the ultrasound if you're pregnant. Until they're out in the world, they can only be wonderful to you.

As soon as you discover the truth it's already gone: the moment passed. I ask: what is it? Reply: it's not.

There are truths I haven't even told God. And not even myself. I am a secret under the lock of seven keys.

Yes, she felt a perfect animal inside her. The thought of one day setting this animal loose disgusted her. Perhaps for fear of lack of aesthetic. Or dreading a revelation… No, no, she repeated, you mustn't be afraid to create.

I don't know what my secret is. Tell me about yours, teach me about the secret of each one of us.

These fragments of book mean that I work in ruins.

When I surprise myself at the mirror I am not frightened because I think I am ugly or beautiful. It is because I discover I am of a different nature. After not having seen myself for a while I almost forget I am human, I forget my past and I am as free from end and awareness as something merely alive. I am also surprised, eyes open pale at the mirror, that there are so many things in me besides what I know, so many things always silent.

I am blinded. I open my eyes wide and only see. But the secret - that I neither see nor feel. Could I be making here a true orgy of what's behind thought?

I'm blinder than before. I did see, I really did. I was terrified by the raw truth of a world whose greatest horror is that it is so alive that for me to admit that I am as alive as it is - and my most hideous discovery is that I am as alive as it is - I shall have to raise my consciousness of life outside to so high a point that it would amount to a crime against my personal life.

This text that I give you is not to be seen close up: it gains its secret previously invisible roundness when seen from a high-flying plane. Then you can divine the play of islands and see the channels and seas. Understand me: I write you an onomatopoeia, convulsion of language. I'm not transmitting to you a story but just words that live from sound. I speak to you thus: "Lustful trunk.

Com surpresa descobriu que o conhecia profundamente. Apenas superficialmente é que o desconhecia.

At the bottom of everything there is the hallelujah.

Speaking for myself, I am only true when I'm alone. As a child, I always feared that I was about to fall off the face of the earth at any minute. Why do the clouds keep afloat when everything else drops to the ground? The explanation is simple: the gravity is less than the force of air that sustains the clouds. Clever, don't you think? Yes, but sooner or later they fall in the form of rain. That is my revenge.

There could only be a meeting of their mysteries if one surrendered to the other: the surrender of two unknowable worlds done with the trust with which two understandings might surrender to each other.

Suddenly I was crying. It was already love.

I was born a few instants ago and I am dimmed.

?injenice su zvu?ne, ali izme?u njih postoji šapat.

No soporté más y estoy confensando que ya sabía una verdad que nunca tuvo utilidad y aplicación, y que tendría miedo de aplicar, pues no soy lo bastante adulta para saber usar una verdad sin destruirme.