#revelation

The eye sees "Beautiful"; the heart sees "Beauty"... - "Beautiful" is tangible and shallow; it fades with time, age and use. True BEAUTY is ageless. It can never be described; it dwells within. ↗

— LaTonja 3ts-Hamp

#age

It is a contradiction in terms and ideas, to call anything a revelation that comes to us at second-hand, either verbally or in writing. Revelation is necessarily limited to the first communication; after this, it is only an account of something which that person says was a revelation made to him; and though he may find himself obliged to believe it, it cannot be incumbent on me to believe it in the same manner; for it was not a revelation made to me, and I have only his word for it that it was made to him. ↗

— Thomas Paine

#age

It made me alive to the fact that the most important thing sometimes is what isn't said - to prepare for moments of revelation that can be read entirely on actors' faces without dialogue. ↗

— Robert Towne

#dialogue #entirely #faces #fact #important

Art does not reproduce what we see. It makes us see. ↗

— Paul Klee

#revelation #art

Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you. ↗

— John Green

#grief #loss #revelation #change

Deferring judgement to a later date resolves nothing and all you are left with is a box of jumbled slides and a collection of knick-knacks and odds and ends. Here a face. There a sunset. ↗

— Will Ferguson

#travel-writing #dating

There was no reason not to be blunt. “Are you dating Maddison Lockehart?” “Are you?” “What?” He said it so quickly I didn’t catch it. I had said “no” without thinking, but hadn’t really heard what he had said. He had asked me if I was dating Maddison. That was ridiculous. “I’m serious, Victor.” “So am I. And I see you are talking to me again.” I sensed amusement in his voice but saw no sign. “Victor-” “Are you dating Maddison, Piper?” “No, I’m not.” I replied gritting my teeth. “Neither am I,” he replied. ↗

— Michelle Flick

#dating

He knew that any given thing on the face of the earth could reveal the history of all things. One could open a book to any page, or look at a person's hand; one could turn a card, or watch the flight of birds... whatever the thing observed, one could find a connection with his experience of the moment. Actually, it wasn't that those things, in themselves, revaled anything at all; it was just that people, looking at what was ocurring around them, could find a means of penetration to the Soul of the World. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#looking #revelation #experience

Miracles are merely events that happen just when they are needed. ↗

— David Gemmell

#revelation #inspirational

And that's the last chapter of the history of the world: in which we create, through the workings of the imagination, a world that is uncreated: that is the work of no author. A world that imagination cannot thereafter alter, not in its deepest workings and its laws, but only envision in new ways; where our elder brothers and sisters, the things, suffer our childish logomantic games with them and wait for us to grow up, and know better; where we do grow up, and do know better. ↗

— John Crowley

#revelation #imagination