Quotes About Revelation

This is the point of Babette.

I'm at that certain stage in a night of drinking and talking when I see things clearly through a small opening, a window in space.

To men at this remove, it is as though things exist in their particular physical form in order to reveal the hidden simplicity of some powerful mathematical truth.

Why try to describe it? It's enough to say that everything in our field of vision seems to exist in order to gather the light of this event.

People sense things that are invisible. But when something's staring you right in the face, that's when you miss it completely.

Their true lives lie below, even now beginning to reassemble themselves, calling this very flesh out of the air, in mail waiting to be opened, in telephones ringing and paper work on office desks, in the chance utterance of a name.

Even after you think you've seen all the ways violence can surprise a man, along comes something you never imagined.

Muitas vezes, a coisa que relutamos em tocar parece ser nossa própria salvação.

She walked into the room and went to the window. She opened it. She threw the window open. She didn't know why she did this. Then she knew. She wanted to feel the sea tang on her face and the flow of time in her body, to tell her who she was.

The thing that hovers over every secret is betrayal.

Are you people telling me," Babette said, "that a rat is not only a vermin and a rodent but a mammal too?

He picks up speed and seems to lose his gangliness, the slouchy funk of hormones and unbelonging and all the stammering things that seal his adolescence. He is just a running boy, a half-seen figure from the streets, but the way running reveals some clue to being, the way a runner bares himself to consciousness, this is how the dark-skinned kid seems to open to the world, how the bloodrush of a dozen strides bring him into eloquence.

Truth grew in my mind like a fungus, and though I tried to sleep it out, there was no resisting the epiphanies.

I think life is staggering and we're just too used to it.

It's a beautiful moment when somebody wakes up to this reality, when they realize God created them so other people could enjoy them, not just endure them.

God is going to reveal me as a flawed human being as fast as he can and he's going to enjoy it because it will force me to grapple with real intimacy.

I kept asking Him to say it again, but He wouldn't. I guess it's because I heard Him the first time, you know.

Life will reveal answers at the pace life wishes to do so. You feel like running, but life is on a stroll. This is how God does things.

When the sun went down, the sky lit up like Jesus was coming back.

She had answered his questions. Whether he now had the truth was another issue entirely, one he chose not to deal with then.

Then, as if Truth had reminded her to whom she was speaking, she added, 'But I wasn't surprised.

Still recovering from the idea that there existed people who sent money through the post, Brunetti asked, 'Anyone else?

He had never seen a gunshot wound. He kept asking what it felt like? dull or sharp? an ache or burn? My head was spinning and naturally I could give him no kind of coherent answer but I remember thinking dimly that it was sort of like the first time I got drunk, or slept with a girl; not quite what one expected, really, but once it happened one realized it couldn't be any other way. Neon lights: Motel 6, Dairy Queen. Colors so bright, they nearly broke my heart.

I suppose the shock of recognition is one of the nastiest shocks of all.