Quotes About Revelation

There I was open-mouthed and offended and withdrawn—faced with the dusty being looking back at me. Take what I saw: because what I was seeing with an embarrassment so painful and so frightened and so innocent, what I was seeing was life looking back at me.

We've been keeping our deaths a secret so as to make our lives possible.

Cada novo livro é uma viagem. Só que é uma viagem de olhos vendados em mares nunca dantes revelados – a mordaça nos olhos, o terror da escuridão é total.

Arriving back home, I didn't start to read it. I pretended I didn't have it, in order to have, later, the shock of discovering it. I opened it hours later, had a few marvelous lines, closed it again, walked around the house, put it off even more by going to eat a piece of bread with butter, pretended I didn't know where I had left it, found it, opened it for a few instants. I created the most false sense for that covert thing that was joy. Joy would always be covert for me.

Even though I know that a plant produces flowers, I am still surprised by nature's secret paths.

Life really just barely escapes me though the certainty comes to me that life is other and has a hidden style

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 at the pale mirror, that there are so many things in me besides what I know, so many things always silent.

If my life is transformed into it-self, the thing I today call sensitivity will not exist — it will be called indifference. But I cannot yet grasp that way. It is as if hundreds of thousands of years from now we are finally no longer what we feel and think: we shall have something that more closely resembles a "mood" than an idea. We shall be the living matter revealing itself directly, ignorant of word, surpassing thought which is always grotesque.

Toda compreensão súbita é finalmente a revelação de uma aguda incompreensão. Todo momento de achar é um perder-se a si próprio.

Siempre fue y será una fiesta para mí cuando se rompe en casa un termómetro y se libera la gota gorda de mercurio plateado contenida en él, ese núcleo indomesticable

A CHALLENGE FOR PSYCHOANALYSTS: I dreamed that a fish took off its clothes and was left naked.

Truth is a torch that gleams through the fog without dispelling it.

Death is only beginning to frighten me again. I had stopped being afraid of it after the revelation of that pale, pure morning when I understood that I was no different from other men. Scarcely more intelligent than the most stupid.

Ici apparaît la vérité profonde que la méthode objective tend par essence à nous révéler: la vie intérieure n'existe pas, le plan psychologique n'offre aucune réalité, la conscience n'a pas d'importance.

It was like my whole life suddenly went from black and white to glorious Technicolor

Con los años no es que se profundice lo peor de uno, sino que por fin sale a la luz.

It strikes me that what the attack on the World Trade Center stole from us is our willingness to be complex. Or what the attack on the World Trade Center revealed to us is that we were never complex. We might want to believe that we can condemn and we can love and we can condemn because we love our country, but that's too complex.

The purpose of art," James Baldwin wrote, "is to lay bare the questions hidden by the answers." He might have been channeling Dostoyevsky's statement that "we have all the answers. It is the questions we do not know.

To use the term 'clerk' as an insult is simply a banal vulgarity; Pessoa and Svevo, however would have welcomed it as a just attribute of the poet. The latter does not resemble Achilles or Diomedes, ranting on their war-chariots, but is more like Ulysses, who knows that he is no one. He manifests himself in this revelation of impersonality that conceals him in the prolixity of things, as travelling erases the traveller in the confused murmur of the street.

People who live a private life want to live in truth forever and without lies. The problem with lies, they keep on coming back that makes private life public.

Any speculation or revelation is not exactly an affirmation or denial of a mistake. Facts are not mistakes.

When you re-read a classic you do not see in the book more than you did before. You see more in you than there was before.

Books are like eggs. Somethings you have to crack them open to get anything out.

When the cover was lifted to reveal nothing but a heaped plate of pineapple chunks, however, there were people in the audience who could take no more.