Quotes About Revelation

There is no way to describe how I feel. This is something I've never known. She has told me something I've never known.

And I look at her and she looks at me and it's like everything just opens up.

and at first i didn't really know jed was although i was sure he knew that i was but gradually we both knew and we knew.

who the hell wants to be the one to tell a kid that santa claus isn't real. it's the truth, right? but you're still a jerk for saying it.

The minute I knew I was in love was the minute when there was no question about it. One night I was lying in the dark, looking at her looking at me, and it just was there, undeniable.

All along, you've used the first sentence as a lock. But now you find that it's the key.

Seeing it erases any premonitions I might have had, because even if I felt something was wrong, I never would have pictured this.

I have never told anyone the truth. I have never come close.

Back to the present. I found you in my locker the next morning. Not you. A photograph. But for a moment, it felt like finding a body, It felt like finding what you I needed to be found.

It wasn't enough to pass him as we were heading to your house or cutting over to the library. Soon you had to have sightings in the halls too. Then sightings turned to spying, and spying to stalking. You could tell me how many pairs of jeans he owned before you officially knew his name.

And one of the values is the way being lost can lead you to see what you want to find. It helps you sense where you want to be found. Or who you want to be found by.

Did it matter that we both drank coffee at night and both happened to go to Barcelona the summer after our senior year? In the long view, was it such a revelation that we were both ticklish and that we both liked dogs more than cats? Really, weren't these facts just placeholders until the long view could truly assert itself? We were painting by numbers, starting with the greens. Because that happened to be our favorite color. And this, we figured, had to mean something.

Two sixty-three. Noah tells me. ?!??? I reply.

You are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be.

I'd thought I remembered her perfectly. But it is much better to see her imperfectly, to see something new every time she moves.

If only you knew, Comedy Boy. If only I could tell you.

before I can ask you what's going on, you tell me there's something we need to talk about. This is it, the moment before you tell me the precise thing I don't want to know. Is this the zenith? This last moment of ignorance? Or does it come much later?

Will, he says, do you have a sec to talk in the living room? I spin around in the desk chair and stand up. My stomach flips a bit because the living room is the room least likely to be lived in, the room where the nonexistence of Santa is revealed, where grandmothers die, where grades are frowned upon, and where one learns that a man's station wagon goes inside a woman's garage, and then exits the garage, and then enters again, and so on until an egg is fertilized, and etc.

having someone think of me that way was like discovering a new window in the room i'd lived in all my life.

There are so many things inside of her that I want to know. And at the same time, with every word we speak, I feel there may be something inside of her that I already know. When I get there, we will recognize each other. We will have that.

Sei disso há algum tempo, mas você pode saber de algo durante anos sem que isso realmente o atinja.

The first sentence of the truth is always the hardest. Each of us had a first sentence, and most of us found the strength to say it out loud to someone who deserved to hear it.

I know from experience that beneath every peripheral girl is a central truth. She's hiding hers away, but at the same time she wants me to see it. That is, she wants Justin to see it. And it's there, just out of my reach. A sound waiting to be a word.

I'm still me, and eventually he will see that.