Quotes About Unveiling

Scientific truth will out, you can't hide the sun under a stone.

The supernatural world was like an onion. You peel back the layers, only to find more layers, on and on, hopelessly trying to reach the mysterious core. Then you start crying.

Time reveals the truth.

And when they were finally naked they moved

Anyway the thing I remember most about that night was the way that we unbuttoned and unzipped each other's clothes, the way that we tore each other's clothes off, and how that was even more exciting than unwrapping presents.

She thrilled to open space and weather nights, as if she could never be contained or fully revealed there.

There is a difference between a book of two hundred pages from the very beginning, and a book of two hundred pages which is the result of an original eight hundred pages. The six hundred are there. Only you don't see them.

There is much to discover that's not on the back cover!

You are turning me like someone turning a globe in her hand, and yes, I have another side like a China no one, not even me, has ever seen. So describe to me what's there, say what you are looking at and I will close my eyes so I can see it too, the oxcarts and all the lively flags. I love the sound of your voice like a little saxophone telling me what I could never know unless I dug a hole all the way down through the core of myself.

The time is come, I fear, when I must open the parcel, and know what is written.

Something had been peeled back, a covering or shell that works to protect us. I couldn't decide whether the covering was something on me or something attached to every thing in the world. It didn't matter, really; wherever it had been, it wasn't there anymore.

según las cuales lo que hay debajo del suelo crea lo que está por encima de él, lo invisible crea lo visible.

Charter boats are like books with no covers.

I'll give you what I've managed to unearth and the rest will have to wait for the day the páginas en blanco finally speak.

We all have our talents," Rip grinned, using the keycard and opening the door to my suite. "Some more hidden than others.

And indeed what are the heavens, the earth, nay every creature, but Hieroglyphics and Emblems of [God's] Glory?

One's own self is well hidden from one's own self; of all mines of treasure, one's own is the last to be dug up.

Lindy produced the tiny chest and started prying at it with her fingers. "It's stuck, but the lid has some wiggle to it. Wait, here we go." She lifted the small lid, and simultaneously the top of the chest folded open as well. And then the chest kept unfolding in astonishing ways, as if lid after lid were opening in unpredictable directions. With a startled squeal, Lindy dropped the miniature chest as it transformed as well, mimicking the larger version.

The trick is to never stop looking. There's always another secret.

There's always another secret.

Now, it's finally time to reveal some secrets.

There is always another secret.

A library at night is full of sounds: the unread books can't stand it any longer and announce their contents, some boasting, some shy, some devious.

Ocurre una y otra vez, y ocurrirá siempre. El hombre pone en marcha nuevos proyectos sin tratar de hallar la cara oscura que puedan ocultar.