Quotes About Revelation

The blood ran in tiny rivulets down his white face, as if from Christ's Crown of Thorns, his long blond hair flying out as he turned full circle, his hand ripping at his shirt, tearing it open down his chest, the black tie loose and falling. His pale crystalline blue eyes were glazed and shot with blood as he screamed the unimportant lyrics.

I explained that often when we revealed ourselves to mortals we drove them mad—for we were unnatural beings, and yet we did not know anything about the existence of God or the Devil. In sum, we were like a religious vision without revelation. A mystic experience, but without a core of truth.

It seemed at momemts, When I sat alone in the dark stateroom, that the sky had come down to meet the sea and some great secert was to be revealed.

She said that no system based on arcana or esoteric knowledge would survive this age. No new revealed religion could take hold in it.

All my struggles, my triumphs, my losses, were being eclipsed by what was being revealed now. Had ever ennui and despair been banished by such revelations, such precious gifts of truth?

It was the other war that was going to happen, the one in which we'd all come together, or they would all come to fight me. That was the real reason for The Vampire Lestat. That was the kind of game I was playing. But that other lovely possibility of real revelation and disaster … Well, that added a hell of a lot of spice!

It seemed at moments, when I sat alone in the dark stateroom, that the sky had come down the meet the sea and some great secret was to be revealed.

You stare at anything long enough and suddenly it looks monstrous." She had in fact turned away from him to stare at the bowl of flowers in the middle of the table. Old tea roses, falling to pieces amid the baby's breath and fern and purple zinnias. And they did look absolutely alien, these things, the way that insects always do, and sort of horrible! What were these things, really?

I saw him in human guise, dancing for humans, as if he were one of them. I smiled in my sleep, as I saw the modern world enfold him, unbelieving, amused, and dancing to his own rhythms.

And I knew the step on the stairs. I knew the step on the porch. It was Lestat.

You've learned to express yourselves too well for anything to remain veiled or mysterious.

At once the room was flooded with a harsh yellow light. And the boy, staring up at the vampire, could not repress a gasp. His fingers danced backwards on the table to grasp the edge. "Dear God!" he

I myself had not known the lines of human expression still remained to me, and I was most happy to discover them, and I rather liked the image that I presented in the glass.

Why did it appear to me? What in it made my soul sing?

He looked as though he contained heavy secrets which he must tell and yet he feared to do it.

Perhaps he had worked a vague charm, and she was giving forth her deepest thoughts.

It was a very great miracle you revealed," he whispered. "Let him ponder it until he has made its greatness small enough for his mind.

The mysterious he was no mystery whatsoever to me.

In you, he saw God's grace, because your soul is pure. You are young and tender and open like the moonflower to intake the light of the night. You hate us now, but you will come to see.

Had I ever loved anyone more than I loved him? Had I ever revealed more of my soul to anyone than I revealed to him?

I have heard of you for a hundred years. I have dreamt of the moment when we would come upon each other. Satan has brought us together. Only to you would I give up my leadship. Come see my lair with its hundreds of skulls.

I could see the dim figure of my double forming behind Lestat. I could see Goblin, designed as I was designed. I could see the crazed smile on his face.

I'm now privy to a great truth. Our souls, the souls we believe to be part and parcel of our bodies, are immortal, and those souls follow their own path. I possess a soul that once belonged to another, and after I die, that soul will travel on. Most human beings live and die without ever having such a great truth revealed to them. But it has been revealed to me.

Ben scooped her up in his arms, holding her high against his chest as he carried her back into the cottage, past the shrouded, familiar shapes of the furniture into the night-dark bedroom. They were alone now for the first time. There was no Emmett, no Harris, no lies or masquerade or motives or revenge. There was just Ben and Rachel, together in the darkness.