Quotes About Revelation

Parties are like life-you think that what you see is all there is, until you discover the next layer, a whole other culture that's going on all around you but you never knew existed.

From the strange, cold distance in which she had placed herself, Hild wondered what he would do if she said she could see into the realm of the dead. He would believe her. They all believed her, no matter what she said.

Her face had been digitally erased and replaced by the star's, but I would have recognized anywhere those shoulders and tight waist, the way she turned like an eel through the air, as though she had all the time in the world.

She will never say what the girl's true name is, or who the other was, and the stories are never the same. And always the cave is hidden.

She is filled with a light she does not yet understand, my king.

She heard the secret, perhaps a secret no one wholly mortal should hear.

My face looked like a picture of someone else. I turned this way and that. No, more like a picture of a rock after some vandal has ripped off its decades-old layer of moss and soil, and the bare stone is revealed.

I was hungry for another viewpoint, to see Julia for the first time.

No one but a lover should ever see such an expression, and then only fleetingly, yet here it was, captured forever.

It was obvious." "Maybe to you.

I never knew my father," she said again, slowly. She could only tell the truth. "Of the rest, I may not speak.

Las verdades no están en la circunferencia de un círculo cuyo centro es el hombre. Las verdades se levantan en parajes fragosos que el hombre recorre siguiendo los meandros de una senda sinuosa que las revela, las oculta, finalmente las ostenta o las esconde.

Die Götter strafen, indem sie die Dinge ihrer Bedeutung berauben.

Die Zeit ist weniger zu fürchten, weil sie tötet, als weil sie demaskiert.

Genuine thought only discovers its principles at the end.

despair evaporates when we stop denying who we really are and attempt to uncover and accept our true nature.

Art is about those things which we do not always immediately recognize or understand. The artist helps us to see things more clearly, revealing previously hidden patterns to us. Art is fractal. Art reflects and expresses the fractal nature of our conscious perceptions of the world, as interpreted by our fractal brains.

Ready or not, I peer into your soul and dive deep... Your eyes don't like what I see. You don't want to be me. So you curse and smash the mirror which gets you what? A bit of blood , a handful of glass splinters, another source of pain.

April 43rd 2000 Today is the day of great triumph. There is a king of Spain. He has been found at last. That king is me. I only discovered this today. Frankly, it all came to me in a flash.

But my very latest discovery made me feel better. I had found that every rooster has his own Spain and he has it under his feathers.

Every man who has lived in the world and mixed with his fellow men will have remarked something which has remained hidden from the eyes of others;

Now it is all clear, and as plain as a pikestaff. Formerly—I don't know why—everything seemed veiled in a kind of mist. That is, I believe, because people think that the human brain is in the head. Nothing of the sort; it is carried by the wind from the Caspian Sea.

Only when he died did they find out, with regret, that the Public Prosecutor had had a soul, although out of modesty he had never flaunted it.

Bugüne kadar kad?nlar?n kime a??k oldu?unu kimseler bilmiyordu. Bunu ilk anlayan ben oldum. Kad?n ?eytana a??kt?r.