Quotes About Veil

The Slimeballs Whose Names Should Not Be Mentioned but I'll Do It Anyway. The Massa.

I look at his bloodshot eyes and wonder if it affects what he sees, everything covered by a veil of red lace that his hands can't ever lift.

Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand – but tell it. Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never ­being satisfied.

Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand, but tell it.

Janie starched and ironed her face and came set in the funeral behind her veil. It was like a wall of stone and steel. The funeral was going on outside. All things concerning death and burial were said and done. Finish. End. Never-more. Darkness. Deep hole. Dissolution. Eternity. Weeping and wailing outside. Inside the expensive black folds were resurrection and life.

It is not hope, but despair, which gives the measure of our ambitions. The finest poems of hope are sung in secret, but grief appears without a veil.

Your little sister Has tossed her Untied hair forward Like a living veil, Like a fragrant hedge, And peers, with such eyes! Through a fragrant veil, Through a dark hedge ... How sweet it is to only Think of such little things. Fruits have ripened On all the longing branches In your nightly garden, Chinese lanterns like red fruits Sway and illuminate The longing branches Rustled by the night wind In your little garden ... How sweet it is to only Think of such little things.

I wanted to show that the fables and mythic tales which the ancients have handed down to us and in which painters and sculptors never cease to find mindless pleasure are the hieroglyphics of a secret, inexhaustible wisdom. I sometimes thought I felt its breath, as though coming from behind a veil.

Hazrat Ali, en un dicho que se le atribuye, dice: "El hombre está disfrazado, cubierto por su lengua

The portieres were drawn across the French windows now, veiling the stars outside - that were there nevertheless. ("Speak To Me Of Death")

I was struck by the ancient, pagan feel of the place. New Orleans doesn't feel like any other American city I've been to. It has an atmosphere like Rome or Istanbul, a sense of the veil being very thin between this world and the world of the fictional and the dead. It is an eerie, haunted, and beautiful place - as any port should be.

But their minds were made dull . . . a veil covers their hearts" (2 Cor. 3:14–15). Notice this: a veil that first covers the face eventually covers the heart. It begins as just a superficial covering, a temporary attempt to cover up a problem rather than addressing it head-on. But left unchecked, the hidden problem will become a serious spiritual condition.

Beneath the surface there is a deeper and vastly more authentic Self, but its presence is usually veiled by the clamor of the smaller "I" with its

The man was unusual. He'd committed a truly fatal sin while in the bank with her. He'd made her curious. Few things could penetrate the veil that seemed to surround her. Chloe had always known she was different from other people. She didn't respond to things the way others did. She didn't laugh often. She didn't feel the rush of emotions that others seemed to enjoy so easily. Most days, she felt as if nothing at all touched her. Today, Joel Landry had touched her.

Where the veil broke, you could see silvery clouds on which tall angels might stand. Not cute little Christmas angels, but high, stern angels in white robes, whose faces were sad and serious from being near God all day and hearing His decisions about the world.

There are keyboard terrorists everywhere who hide behind a veil of anonymity to pursue their vicious slanders.

The shimmering field of the veil around us made us look like blurs in the air, maybe a little bit more obvious than a Predator.

The bride wore a long white peau de soie dress and carried a shower bouquet of sweetheart roses with stephanotis streamers. A coronet of seed pearls held her illusion veil.

An item that looks perfectly normal on the surface might only be disguised.

St. Faustina often experienced this reality, not only during the liturgy, but also during times of adoration. In her prayer, "At the Feet of Christ in the Eucharist," she writes: Oh King of Glory, though You hide Your beauty, yet the eye of my soul rends the veil. I see the angelic choirs giving You honor without cease and all the heavenly powers praising You without cease, and without cease they are saying, "Holy, Holy, Holy!" Diary, 80

How fine is the mesh of death. You can almost see through it.

We're going' Anne said firmly. So soon?' Percy pleaded. 'But stars come out at night.' Then they fade at dawn', Anne replied. 'This star needs to veil herself in darkness.

We are not dissatisfied with our choices and with what life has given us, but when we meet we both have a curious and not unpleasant impression that a veil, a breath, a throw of the dice deflected us onto two divergent paths, which were not ours.

Says the girl dressed up in formal Goth mourning, Shane said. Seriously, who buys a black lace veil? You keep that on hand for special occasions, like prom and kid's birthdays?