Quotes About Revelation

Afterward, I felt it had been wrong not telling the family about the baby, because then I wanted them to know about the miscarriage, so that they knew the baby had existed. But when I told people, they seemed more interested in the fact that I'd kept the pregnancy a secret. They felt they'd been tricked. They said things like "Oh, I did wonder that day when you didn't drink at the Easter BBQ but you said you just didn't feel like drinking!" In other words, LIAR.

Your children see!" screamed Bonnie. Her face was ugly with rage. "We see! We fucking see!

Not all mysteries are meant to be solved. Not all secrets are meant to be told.

It was her only real secret, so it was a pity it wasn't juicier.

You are awful people," she said loudly. The Blond Bobs looked up. Their eyes and mouths were little ovals of surprise. "You are awful, awful people.

single spotlight revealed Alice's

forty being the "precise age where you're old enough and young enough to handle a revelation".

Maybe, thought Alice fearfully, the other Alice who has been living my life for the last ten years isn't very nice.

If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance,"' quotes Veronika. 'George Bernard Shaw.

Aunt Connie killing the Munros is manifestly wrong. It was Alice.

They could fall in love with fresh new people, or they could have the courage and humility to tear off some essential layer of themselves and reveal to each other a whole new level of 'otherness', a level far beyond what sort of music they liked.

It was all because of the Berlin Wall. If it weren't for the Berlin War, Cecilia would have never found the letter, and then she wouldn't be sitting here, at the kitchen table, willing herself not to rip it open.

She reminds herself that everyone has thoughts they wouldn't care to share with the world. Many people have quite perverse thoughts about doing things with animals or fruit, or being spanked by nurses. The difference, of course, is that their thoughts are securely locked away behind bland faces, whereas Sophie's are always in danger of being revealed to all in a sudden flood of colour.

Smiley-face tattoos. How drunk must he have been? It kind of changed her entire view of the man. No longer the arrogant sneering man. He was Tony. Tony with smiley-face tattoos on his butt.

It was all because of the Berlin Wall. If it weren't for the Berlin Wall, Cecilia would never have found the letter, and then she wouldn't be sitting here, at the kitchen table, willing herself not to rip it open.

Grace quite likes the fact that you can think something is one way all your life, and it turns out you're wrong, it can be something else entirely. It makes her feel free. Nothing is rigid. Things change. You can change your mind. You can change your thinking. Grace

When she looked up Tony was already walking toward the pool gate. As he lifted his arm to open it, his shorts suddenly slid down to his knees to reveal the entirety of his buttocks. "Fuck!" he said with deep feeling. Frances stared. What in the world? The man had tattoos of bright yellow smiley faces on both his butt cheeks. It was extraordinary. It was like discovering he was wearing a secret clown suit beneath his clothes.

You can think something is one way all your life, and it turns out you're wrong, it can be something else entirely.

It was almost as though something interesting and unusual had happened to him and he'd forgotten to tell Cat about it until now.

All babies had that same wise look, as if they'd just come from another realm where they'd learned some beautiful truth they couldn't share.

We're all strangers connected by what we reveal, what we share, what we take away--our stories. I guess that's what I love about books--they are thin strands of humanity that tether us to one another for a small bit of time, that make us feel less alone or even more comfortable with our aloneness, if need be.

We're all strangers connected by what we reveal, what we share, what we take away--our stories. I guess that's what I love about books--they are thin strands of humanity that tether us to one another for a small bit of time, that make us feel less alone or even more comfortable with our aloneness, if need be.

The American who first discovered Columbus made a bad discovery.

The girl who reveals herself heart and soul to her friend reveals the secrets of the entire sex; for every girl is the guardian of the feminine mysteries.