Quotes About Revelation

Jared exhales a long, long time. "Dude." I just swallow. It's loud in the silence. "I think it's starting again." "It's probably just the pressure of everything," Jared offers. "Finals, your massively unrequited love for Henna–" "Don't say unrequited." ". . . your massively invisible love for Henna . . ." I hit him on the arm. It's friendly. More silence.

And that, the monster said, is not the truth at all.

It has nothing to do with not trusting you. It's to do with what something becomes once you tell it. It's like it's truer. And it's got a life of its own and it rushes out into the world and becomes something you can't control.

There is always beauty. If you know where to look.

It is a necessary difficulty that the Land must sometimes keep secrets from itself, the Sky shows as we walk. It is the only way to make hope possible.

It had just been a friendship, normal as anything. But then his mum's "little talk" had happened, and what came next was simple, really, and sudden. No one knew. Then Lily's mum knew, of course. Then Lily knew. And then everyone knew. Everyone. Which changed the whole world in a single day. And he was never going to forgive her for that.

There was a rustling through the monster's leaves, like the wind stirring them in a long, slow sigh. I did not come to heal her, the monster said. I came to heal you.

Yes,' said Jasper, flatly, 'and it was very illuminating. It is, perhaps, less illuminating now.

I've waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty you are.

All the truth in the world is held in stories.

You do not know the first note of the music that moves me.

I believe it, Chronicler found himself thinking. Before it was just a story, but now I can believe it. This is the face of a man who has killed an angel.

nothing in the world is harder than convincing someone of an unfamiliar truth.

While it sounds interesting, it was really only a headache pressed between covers.

Seven things stand before The entrance to the Lackless door One of them a ring unworn One a word that is forsworn One a time that must be right One a candle without light One a son who brings the blood One a door that holds the flood One a thing tight-held in keeping Then comes that with comes with sleeping

Nothing but the truth could break me. What is harder than the truth?

There was a secret deep within the hidden heart of things. Mandrag never told her that. She did not think he knew. Auri found that secret for herself. She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.

I went looking for a legend and found a lizard. A fascinating lizard, but a lizard just the same.

They had spilled their secrets, and Auri knew full well how heavy hard-held secrets could become.

Aunque entonces no lo sabía, yo estaba buscando el nombre del viento.

When all the world was palimpsest, it was a perfect palindrome.

Let me say this. It was worth the whole awful, irritating time spent searching the Archives just to watch that moment happen. It was worth blood and the fear of death to see her fall in love with him. Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love, so light she probably didn't notice it herself.

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Sometimes finding nothing can be finding something.