Quotes About Revelation

Gates were creaking open inside him - paths, long sealed off, revealed themselves once more.

The hallowed Hodegetria has failed; the Mother of God has forsaken them; the beast of the apocalypse rises from the sea. The Antichrist scratches at the gate. Time is a circle, Licinius used to say, and every circle eventually must close.

Don't be so quick to dismiss yourself," he says. "Sometimes the things we think are lost are only hidden, waiting to be rediscovered.

What light shines at night! He never knew. Light will blind him.

Look closely and the picturesque inevitably cracks apart and becomes more interesting.

Sometimes the things we think are lost are only hidden, waiting to be rediscovered

A light emerges, a light not kindled

found myself? … … down from that high place … … crawled in the grass, the trees … … fingers, toes, a tongue to speak! … the smell of wild onions … … dew, the lines? of the hills, … sweetness of light, moon overhead … … the green beauty of the broken? world.

He feels ragged. For weeks logic has been failing him. The stone the museum has asked him to protect is not real. If it were, the museum would have sent men already to collect it. Why then, when he puts a magnifying glass to it, do its depths reveal tiny daggers of flames?

Art reveals to us the mysteries of our existence, or perhaps reveals to us for the first time that there are mysteries at all.

till it jumped out of a jar and bit her). She was thirty-nine.

As far as I'm concerned, you can't beat a good whodunnit: the twists and turns, the clues and the red herrings and then, finally, the satisfaction of having everything explained to you in a way that makes you kick yourself because you hadn't seen it from the start.

We have an hour before we have to leave," Cray said. "So I thought I might tell you a little about myself. I thought it might pass the time." "I'm not really all that interested," Alex said.

There's a dream world that we visit sometimes and that's how we found out who we are.

I've watched every episode of Poirot and Midsomer Murders on TV. I never guess the ending and I can't wait for the moment when the detective gathers all the suspects in the room and, like a magician conjuring silk scarves out of the air, makes the whole thing make sense.

There are, I think, occasions when you know that you have arrived at the end of a long journey, when, even though your destination is still concealed from sight, you are somehow aware that when you turn the corner that lies just ahead of you, there it will be.

One can think of the truth as eine vertiefung – a sort of deep valley which may not be visible from a distance but which will come upon you quite suddenly. There are many ways to arrive there.

You never realise how fragile everything is until it breaks. And that day it was all smashed.

Alex watched her leave. So it was true what Yassen had said. Her last question had proved it. He knew who he was. The son of a contract killer.

Agnes Carmichael, who turns out to be the killer, hasn't spoken a word – hardly surprising, as she's a deaf mute.

The grieving widow,' Hawthorne muttered. 'Do you think so?' 'No, Tony. I've seen more grief at a Turkish wedding. If you ask me, I'd say there's a lot of things she's not telling

But in the space of one minute he had told Colin Matheson more than he had ever told me. I had never known his age, for example. And I had written that he had spent ten years as a detective, not eleven. Why was Hawthorne answering these questions so readily in front of an audience in an Alderney cinema when with me he'd always been so guarded about his private life?

Whodunnits are all about truth: nothing more, nothing less. In a world full of uncertainties, is it not inherently satisfying to come to the last page with every i dotted and every t crossed? The stories mimic our experience in the world. We are surrounded by tensions and ambiguities, which we spend half our life trying to resolve, and we'll probably be on our own deathbed when we reach that moment when everything

What?' I couldn't believe what he had just said. 'She's faking being blind?' It was one of the most disgusting things I'd ever heard.