Quotes About Revelation

The twentieth-century theologian Karl Rahner commented that "God" is the last sound we should make before falling silent, and Saint Augustine, long ago, said, "si comprehendis, non est Deus" (if you understand, that isn't God). All of this formal theologizing is but commentary on that elusive and confounding voice from the burning bush: "I am who am.

Jesus not only revealed himself, he hid himself at the same time.

With Jesus, however, the device of parabolic utterance is used not to explain things to people's satisfaction but to call attention to the unsatisfactoriness of all their previous explanations and understandings.

God may work in a Mystery, but luckily for us, he's incapable of keeping a secret.

On the last day, Jesus will not do anything new; he will simply make manifest what he has been doing all along - what, in fact, he has long since done by preparing for us a kingdom from the foundation of the world. It will be in seeing him, as he is, that it will finally dawn on us what, in him, we have always been.

Once you open up a secret, it starts leaking out all over.

Poetry is at least an elegance and at most a revelation.

Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found out it was ourselves.

Hide-and-seek, grown-up style. Wanting to hide. Needing to be sought. Confused about being found.

If you tell people you talk to God, they'll think you're religious, but if you say God talks to you, it's ten to one they'll think you're crazy.

Robert G. Schwartz

He was sorry, genuinely sorry, for the pain she was in. Yet the revelation had caused certain other feelings—feelings he usually kept under tight rein, considering them both misguided and dangerous—to flex inside him, to test their strength against their restraining bonds.

He experienced one of those moments of simultaneous confusion and clarity that belong to the drunk and the desperate.

Strike teringat kata Adler, "Kebohongan tidak akan masuk akal, kecuali kebenaran mengandung bahaya yang setara.

He just saw her for what she was. She was no good. Some women,' she said, her chest heaving beneath the shapeless raincoat, 'aren't.

Her hair stood back on either side A face bereft of loveliness. It had no envy now to hide What once no man on earth could guess. It formed the thorny aureole Of hard unsanctified distress. Mary Elizabeth Coleridge The Other Side of a Mirror

but somehow, with the wind and rain whipping around them, an air of the confessional had descended upon the house.

She'd spent nearly half her life with Matthew, and not until a hard, bright diamond ear stud had appeared in their bed had she realized that he was living a life apart, and was not, and perhaps never had been, the man she thought she knew.

There were several pictures of Lula with Evan Duffield, a few of them clearly taken by one or other of the pair themselves, holding the camera at arm's length, both of them apparently stoned or drunk.

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The thing he'd been trying for years not to look at, and not to name, had stepped out of the dark corner where he'd attempted to keep it, and Strike knew there was no longer any way of denying its existence.

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, Until we meet a snake… Emily Dickinson XIX: A Snake

But I know you'd have done what you did for anyone. That's your code, isn't it? And I always wanted something particular from you, something you wouldn't give anyone else. Funny, I've started to appreciate people who're decent to everyone, but it's too late for that, too, isn't it?

But perhaps revelation often comes when you're not looking for it, resolution when you don't realize you need it.