Quotes About Revelation

The drunk mind speaks the sober heart.

And he shall send his angels with a great sound of a trumpet.

Hereafter ye shall see heaven open, and the angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of man.

Behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.

For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.

Whether he be a sinner or no, I know not: one thing I know, that, whereas I was blind, now I see.

If these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out.

As it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard.

The people which sat in darkness saw great light.

Ex ungue leonem [From his claw one can tell a lion].

In vino veritas [In wine is truth].

Some photographers take reality...and impose the domination of their own thought and spirit. Others come before reality more tenderly and a photograph to them is an instrument of love and revelation.

There are worlds of experience beyond the world of the aggressive man, beyond history, and beyond science. The moods and qualities of nature and the revelations of great art are equally difficult to define we can grasp them only in the depths of our perceptive spirit.

Sometimes I do get to places just when God's ready to have somebody click the shutter.

magna est veritas, et praevalebit.1

A story is the shortest distance between a human being and truth.

EAT YOUR OWN FRUIT A disciple once complained, "You tell us stories, but you never reveal their meaning to us." Said the master, "How would you like it if someone offered you fruit and masticated it before giving it to you?" No one can find your meaning for you. Not even the master.

A story is the shortest distance between a human being and the truth.

To shut your eyes is to guess nothing of blindness. Beneath your world of skies and faces and buildings exists a rawer and older world, a place where surface planes disintegrate and sounds ribbon in shoals through the air.

Almost overnight, the streets glow with meaning. She reads inscriptions on coins, on cornerstones and tombstones, on lead seals and buttress piers and marble plaques embedded into the defensive walls—each twisting lane of the city a great battered manuscript in its own right.

Draw the darkness ... and it will point out the light which has been in the paper all the while. Inside this world is folded another." from "Afterworld.

Stranger, whoever you are, open this to learn what will amaze you.

sometimes the things we think are lost are only hidden

We return to the places we're from; we trample faded corners and pencil in new lines.