Quotes About Revelation

Goodrich eyed his parents with growing awareness. "How did the police find him?" "I called them." They peered into each other's faces for a long, mute moment, Goodrich pondering absently that he was looking into a mirror that reflected how he himself would appear in another forty years, if he somehow managed to survive the insanity that Vietnam had brought him and live that long.

She couldn't deny him anything. She reached behind her and unhooked the bra, leaving breasts completely bare to his stroking hands. Her mouth sought his, licking, sucking, leaning into his touch as she tried to tell him without words how much she wanted him, needed him. How desperate she was for his touch, how she'd needed him, needed this, all along and hadn't even realized it.

if she had known just a few months before, during more innocent times, that she would feel that way for the rest of her life....which is to say conflicted, she would have treasured those unaware, nonjudgmental, preadolescent moments more thoroughly. (Oh, to be eleven again!) Because once you know, once you really know how the world works, you can't unknow it.

Once she was deeply fascinated with her parents. She had craved knowledge about them. As a child she fiddled with locked doors and drawers, got down on her knees and dug through closets, lingered outside her father's study during business calls until her mother shooed her off. Fifteen years ago, she had at last recognized the pointlessness in trying to uncover the truth from a man who had never actually been convicted of anything, and a woman who had sealed shut her emotions decades ago.

This is the danger of reading. One never knows what will be stumbled upon, what old embers may leap again to flame. p 241

I was fifty years old, then, when I crept forth from my hiding place, my eyes blinking in the strong light. p 317

Yes, I had known him all my life - and then we met.

Isn't it a blessing when the Lord shows us the path to who we really are?

In my experience, Jesus always welcomes honest doubters. He reveals himself and reasons with us while we process his truth. He tenderly reminds us what we already know but sometimes forget. Many times Jesus has met me in my fog of incomplete and inadequate perceptions. I cried out in intellectual confusion and frustration, and he answered with gentleness and patience, providing the help I needed. He will do the same for anyone not at war with him.

In any case, it couldn't hurt to be the bearer of such marvellous news.

Therefore, blessed be God and the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ who has hidden the way of truth from the wise and prudent and revealed it unto simple laymen and little priests who choose rather to obey God than men, who in acts generically good and acts neutral have the life of Christ before their eyes and obey prelates so far as these acts, modified by circumstances, can be reasonably put into practice for edification through the imitation of Christ.

Time will tell us everything

He turned away for a moment, smacked by the beauty of complete surprise.

RATS-IN-A-POKE!

We look for visions of heaven," Oswald Chambers had written, "and we never dream that all the time God is in the commonplace things and people around us.

All that I have seen," Mr. Emerson said and I say with him, "teaches me to trust the Creator for all that I have not seen.

extraordinary, but I found it

came pouring out, nor had he ever heard anything like it; it was so clear

I believe that's when God first started speaking to my heart--the very day I started speaking to His!

think sometimes it takes a life-changing event to make us really see the way we're living based on the choices we've made.

Is this what it's like for you—you walk in on naked people?" he asked. "The kind of people who you never, ever want to see naked in the first place?" "It happens more often than you'd think," I said. "No wonder you shoot people and blow up things," he said. "That is no way to live.

Life has a way of uncovering secrets, usually at the worst moment possible. How we choose to deal with them is what makes us better than those who kept them in the first place.

Ida Belle grabbed the purse, her arms dropping a bit, then set it on the coffee table. I leaned over as she pulled out a small retail store. Nine-

It was okay though," Gertie said. "Jeb said she wasn't a pleasant woman anyway, so we vacuumed the rug and deposited her in the flower bed out front." "I was beginning to question why we're friends when you told us about the lights," I said. "But you sort of redeemed the whole thing with the efficient flower bed disposal part of the story." "I'm guessing Jeb's mother might feel differently," Ida Belle said.