Quotes About Unveiling

He says I'm a regular onion! I keep him busy peeling away the layers.

Douglas opened one eye. And everything, absolutely everything, was there. The world, like a great iris of an even more gigantic eye, which has also just opened and stretched out to encompass everything, stared back at him.

Did you know Nellie could fly a plane? Amy shook her head. I guess it never came up. Lots of things don't come up with Nellie. Until they do.

what if everything that we see, everything that seems real - what if it was not real?...What if the stuff that was real was somehow hidden?... [56]

what if everything that we see, everything that seems real - what if is was not real?...What if the stuff that was real was somehow hidden?...[56]

Stop hiding the fact that you are extraordinarily infinite. You are shiny and sparkly.

Apokalypsis means "unveiling" in Greek. We believe that a new stage in history—the Information Age—is about to be "unveiled.

Several of the dusty Griever pods were opening, their top halves lifting upward on hinges like the lids of coffins.

Life is like an onion; you peel off layer after layer and then you find there is nothing in it.

Waste is unveiling, because it persists in showing itself as waste, and as our waste. If waste is the result of our indifference to nature, it is also the way we experience the indifference of nature. Waste is therefore a reminder that society is a species of culture. Looking about at the wasteland into which we have converted our habitation, we can plainly see that nature is not whatever we want it to be; but we can also plainly see that society is only what we want it to be.

Strictly speaking, waste persons do not exist outside the boundaries of a society. They are not society's enemies. One does not go to war against them, as one goes to war against another society. Waste persons do not constitute an alternative or threatening society; they constitute an unveiling culture. They are therefore "purged". A society cleanses itself of them.

When society is unveiled, when we see that it is whatever we want it to be, that it is a species of culture with nothing necessary in it, by no means a phenomenon of nature or a manifestation of instinct, nature is no longer shaped and fitted into one or another set of societal goals. Unveiled, we stand before a nature whose only face is its hidden self-origination: its genius.

Infinite lovers conform to the sexual expectations of others in a way that does not expose something hidden, but unveils something in plain sight: that sexual engagement is a poiesis of free persons. In this exposure they emerge as the persons they are. They meet others with their limitations, and not within their limitations. In doing so they expect to be transformed-and are transformed.

Michelangelo once said that David already exists in the unpolished block of marble; the artist's job is to set him free by carving away everything that isn't David.

what we find ourselves gazing at in astonishment when God finally takes His hands off our eyes and says: Look!

The things that are important in life creep up on one unawared, one doesn't expect them, one hasn't given them shape in one's mind. One recognizes them, when they've appeared, that's all.

There breaks a crutch Scotland never knew it possessed.

My name," he said, "is Slartibartfast." Arthur

My name,' he said, '. . . is Slartibartfast.

All this began with a rucksack.

It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.

What would I tell people? That I work in the Defense against the Dark Arts Division?" "I have another name in mind: Special Cases Unit.

It is always the case that when something emerges - which, of course, from the perspective of the former West Germany looks very different - then people say, 'She hasn't told us this yet' and 'She hasn't told us that yet.' I don't know - maybe there are other things I didn't talk about because no one ever asked me.

I photographed Alek Wek. She was amazing, and nobody knew about her then. It was a really strong photograph of her.