Quotes About Revelation

Oh, by the way, while I was having a glass of your delicious gueuze beer, I spotted a crook…

You expect all kinds of things, but what real life throws up is always more bizarre.

Then Frederica went towards him, holding out her hand, and he raised his eyes from Felix's eager countenance, and smiled at her, causing Mr. Moreton to suffer a shock. It was not at all the sort of smile with which his lordship beguiled his flirts, but something warmer and more intimate. Good God! mentally ejaculated Mr. Moreton. Sits the wind in that quarter?

Does it ever occur to you, Mama, that my grandfather is a lunatic?

Miss Grantham's sense of humour got the better of her at this point, and, tottering towards a chair, she sank into it, exclaiming in tragic accents:'Oh Heavens! I am betrayed!' His lordship blenched; both he and Miss Laxton regarded her with guilty dismay. Miss Grantham buried her face in her handkerchief, and uttered one shattering word: 'Wretch!

She walked home', explained Sir Roland. 'We were walking home, weren't we? Very well, then. She walked home. Passed Lethbridge's house. Went in. Hit him on the head with the poker. Came out. Met us in the street. There you are. Plain as a pikestaff.' 'Well, I don't know,' said the Viscount. 'Seems queer to me.

Well, damn it, I think that prosy fool Bridlington was right for once in his life! You've gone stark, staring mad! Very true! I've known it for this half hour and more.

I too have been badly deceived in myself, he said, shaking his head. Would you believe it?—I had no notion that I was such a monster of inhumanity as I have proved myself to be

The sight which met her eyes held her frozen on the threshold, and the thought flashed across her mind that she knew now how it felt to die

I see, said Harding. And now will you try to tell me, Mrs Twining, exactly how you found Sir Arthur, when you went into the study, and what you dd? I found him dead, Inspector, she replied calmly.

Do you know,' she said slowly, 'I have just thought – Mr Beaumaris, something tells me that Lady Bridlington may not like this dear little dog!' Mr Beaumaris waited in patient resignation for his certain fate to descend upon him.

Later, when she appeared before him in the sea-green gauze, he stared at her in great surprise, and said: By Jove, he had never thought she could look so well! Encouraged by this tribute, Hero showed him a cloak of green sarsnet trimmed with swansdown, which she had purchased that morning, and upon his expressing his unqualified approval of this garment, confided, a little nervously, that she feared he might, when he came to see the bill, think it a trifle dear.

Martin,' interrupted Gervase, 'why were you stunned, kept in durance vile, and finally rolled into a sand-pit?

True it is, miss, though I blush to say it! With his own eyes did Totton see him!''He could hardly have seen him with anyone else's eyes!' snapped Miss Trent, her temper fraying.

Richard paused. He drew his hand across his eyes, shuddering. "Milward saw the scratch. He cried out that the cards were marked! Suddenly everyone seemed to be gathered about our table—all talking! Jack had his hand on my shoulder; he and Dare were running through the pack. But all the while I could look at no one but Tracy—Andover. He seemed so sinister, so threatening, in those black clothes of his.

She made the rather horrifying discovery that the slim fingers of a lady could curl into claws, and quickly straightened them.

But it was very stupid of me not to see that of course the friend of Juliana must be this Mary Challoner. It was stupid of you too, Rupert. More stupid.

The dawn is an awakening to a deepening realization of who we really are in and with God and the world, and of what has been going on within us in the night.

There are men whom one hates until a certain moment when one sees, through a chink in their armour, the writhing of something nailed down and in torment.

The world is hollow. It's a lot to take in. Like cracking an egg and finding nothing inside. Or a full grown elephant.

Writing poetry consists in letting the Word be heard behind words.

The great Name of God in His creative unfolding is Adam

Seems old?" said Violet. "Do I know her?" "Yes, you all know her very well," said Mr. Alden. "She is Mrs. McGregor." "Mrs. McGregor!" shouted all the children. They could not believe it.

And I thought I was the only one who put two and two together!" Everyone