Quotes About Revelation

But talk, however light, however idle, gives away, inevitably, the sort of person you are. The wise criminal would never open his mouth, but criminals are seldom wise and usually vain and they talk a good deal—and so most criminals are caught.

To hide the truth, never does it avail, madame! Be brave and tell him everything.

El destino parece a veces burlarse de los serers humanos complaciéndose en descubrir lo que éstos quisieran conservar secreto.

Turn up the lights,' said Mr Rycroft. Major Burnaby rose and did so. The sudden glare revealed a company of pale uneasy faces.

Emily Brent, Vera Claythorne, Dr. Armstrong, Anthony Marston, old Justice Wargrave, Philip Lombard, General Macarthur, C.M.G., D.S.O. Manservant and wife: Mr. and Mrs. Rogers.

So she's a liar too!" I said. "The cool way she answered you this morning about these same letters!

It is my experience that no one, in the course of conversation, can fail to give themselves away sooner or later…Everyone has an irresistible urge to talk about themselves.

I'd rather tell you than have you snooping around finding out.

[T]hen I did the simplest thing in the world. I leaned down... and kissed him. And the world cracked open.

Humor distorts nothing, and only false gods are laughed off their pedestals.

There are few nudities so objectionable as the naked truth.

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God never abandoned you. He just pushes for you to discover Him.

Unfortunately, ..., all too often a joke tells the truth.

The Gospel is not only message; it is, more, the fullness of the self-communication of God to man.

To know beings is implicitly to know God, since all things are in some manner likenesses of divine being, which, in its communicative outflow in creation, shows itself for what it is.

Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn't appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.

I want to be violated by insight.

It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.

I couldn't think. The basics of my life seemed altered and thrown into question. After all, our families--our ancestors--are our identities. Biology is destiny. I'm not who you think I am, I had said to T.J. the last time I'd seen him. Maybe I wasn't who I'd thought I was either.

My skin prickled and I looked back at the ocean. None of us ask for the things we inherit; they are thrust upon us, willy-nilly. Like The Marine, I suddenly understood. Mom and I weren't trespassing. This house was ours. This view was ours. And that seemed as absurd and unreal as the stories Sailor Hat had spun for me on the ferry.

Nightly you retrace your steps again to return to the scene of the crime. It's uncanny how you hover in the air of the wreckage that you left behind.

There is a time for stillness, but who hasn't also wanted to scream with delight at being outdoors? To simply announce themselves and say, I'm here, I exist?

As I remember it, the fog-like substance that clouded my brain finally vanished as if blown away by the wind.