Quotes About Revelation

Well so am I." She stared at the coverlet. "What I said…earlier," she faltered, glancing at him and then away. "I was overwrought and tired, and I guess I kind of got carried away." "You mistook a chill for true love?

I'm beginning to think I've led a much too sheltered life.

There is very seldom any true secret.

Or had Howl slithered out so hard that he had come out right behind himself and turned out what most people would call honest?

You do not seem to me to be a beast. This makes me quite sure that you can't really be a man.

A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know.

I mean, it's very subtle and a little embarrassing to me, but I really believe there are things which nobody would see unless I photographed them.

I thought we'd known everything there was to know about each other but obviously that wasn't the case.

It was an annoying realization, but it was the truth; and as such, she wouldn't have given it up for anything.

Searching too hard for God can get in the way of finding Him. Sometimes you just have to stop looking and let yourself be taken by surprise.

There must be more to stories than you think.

He felt something move in his chest, as though an organ had been removed and something unfamiliar left in its place. A sentiment he had never suspected the existence of bloomed in him. It traveled from his chest along his veins to every limb. It swelled in his head, muffled his ears, stilled his voice, and collected in his feet and fingers. Having no language for it, he remained silent, but felt it root, become permanent.

Todos los niños mitifican su nacimiento. Es un rasgo universal. ¿Quieres conocer a alguien? ¿Su corazón, su mente, su alma? Pídele que te hable de cuando nació. Lo que te cuente no será la verdad: será una historia. Y nada es tan revelador como una historia. Vida Winter, Cuentos de cambio y desesperación.

There's a great many things hard to fathom in darkness that set themselves straight in the light of day.

disregarded, by the wayside. It never failed. A good story is always more dazzling than a broken piece of truth.

So much science has at its root the ability to see afresh what has been seen and thought to be understood for centuries.

if you can only learn to see them. The truth had been there all along, only now had I seen

At last, after all the tale telling and all the yarn spinning, after the smoke screens and the trick mirrors and the double bluffs, I knew.

Her presence could be divined in any number of ways by those who had eyes to see. Yet she was not seen.

as though if I looked hard enough, there would be revealed in the grain or the watermark of the paper itself the elucidation of the mystery.

Then something rang a bell in his mind. What

stood with my hand on the handle of the third door. The rule of three, Miss Winter had said. But I wasn't in the mood for her story anymore. Her dangerous house with its indoor rain and trick mirror had lost its interest for me.

Mr. Lomax had signed for Emmeline. That told me that she had survived the fire, at least. And on the second line, the name I had been hoping for. Vida Winter. And after it, in brackets, the words, formerly known as Adeline March. Proof. Vida Winter was Adeline March. She was telling the truth.

copper curls turned. I was stunned. The glasses were gone. Green eyes, bright as glass and as real