Quotes About Revelation

There was obviously more to the story, more that I needed to know.

Cuando Bast volvió a la habitación, con una vaina negra colgando de la mano, sobre la barra había un montón de botellas relucientes y Kote estaba de pie en el mostrador, ahora vacío, montado entre los dos pesados barriles de roble. Kote, que estaba colocando el tablero sobre uno de los barriles, se quedó quieto y gritó, consternado: —¡Ten cuidado, Bast! Eso que llevas en la mano es una dama, no una moza de esas con las que bailas en las fiestas de pueblo.

No puedo creerlo. Me mentiste. ¡A mí! Kote suspiró y subió pesadamente la escalera. —¿Estás enfadado porque te he mentido, o porque no me has pillado mintiéndote? —preguntó.

there are two types of secrets. There are secrets of the mouth and secrets of the heart. Most

Mis habitaciones eran tan agradables que tardé casi un día entero en darme cuenta de cuánto las odiaba.

Así de pesado puede volverse un secreto. Puede hacer que la sangre fluya más fácilmente que la tinta.

God, I never know how much to tell you people. If you don't believe me, you'll think I'm crazy. If you do believe me, you'll panic and be worse than useless.

Perhaps it is human nature to seek out hidden things".

Though I didn't know it at the time, I was looking for the name of the wind.

Mysteries, for example, are not secrets. Neither are little-known facts or forgotten truths. A secret, Teccam explains, is true knowledge actively concealed.

I had to push him a bit," I said. "Superstitious folk don't like to talk about things they're afraid of. He was about to clam up, and I needed to know what he'd seen in the forest." "I could have gotten it out of him," she said. "More flies with honey and all that.

But there was no one there to see the truth of things. And there was no God guiding it. Only me.

Kad šis dusnus žmoni? tvaikulys aštuoniolika met? sl?g? j? lyg prieš audr? pritvink?s oras, Grenujui paaišk?jo tik dabar, kai prad?jo pamažu iš jo trauktis. Iki šiol jis man?, kad visas pasaulis toks ir kad reikia apskritai jo šalintis. Dabar jam atrod?, kad su pasauliu, pasauliu be žmoni?, visai ?manoma sugyventi.

O instrumento tem dentro de si um mundo, teórico e físico. Só que demonstrá-lo, ninguém o faz, do ponte de vista prático-musical. O mesmo se passa com os instrumentos de sopro. E com todas as pessoas... agora em sentido figurado. Conheço pessoas que possuem dentro de si todo um universo, incomensurável. Mas fazer com que ele saia cá para fora, isso ninguém o faz. Seria o fim. Mas adiante...

History is not acceptable until it has been sifted for the truth.

But secretly I knew I had been transformed, moved by the revalation that human beings create art, that to be an artist was to see what others could not.

I'm certain, as we filled down the great staircase, that I appeared the same as ever, a moping twelve years-old, all arms and legs. But secretly I knew I had been transformed, moved by the revelation that human beings create art, that to be an artist was to see what others could not.

Secretly I knew I had been transformed, moved by the revelation that human beings create art, that to be an artist was to see what others could not.

I have smoothed the hem of the robe of Parsifal. Watched Giotto's sheep wander from a fresco. Prayed before holy icons unveiled, surviving time. Held shavings swept from the hut of Geppetto. Unzipped a body bag and beheld the face of my brother. Witnessed the acolyte scatter petals over a dying poet. I saw the smoke of incense form the shape of my days. I saw my love return to God. I saw things as they are.

There is only one directive: that the lost are found; that the thick leaves encasing the dead are parted and they are lifted into the arms of light.

But we keep on going, he continued, fostering all kinds of crazy hopes. To redeem the lost, some sliver of personal revelation. It's an addiction, like playing the slots, or a game of golf.

But secretly I knew I had been transformed, moved by the revelation that human beings create art, that to be an artist was to see what others could not.

I stared up at the plaster ceiling as I had done as a child. It seemed to me that the vibrating patterns overhead were sliding into place. The mandala of my life.

I thought to myself that he contained a whole universe that I had yet to know