Quotes About Revelation

Take away the Book of Mormon and the revelations, and where is our religion? We have none.

I wanted him to be a poet. I wanted him to adventure out into the world and learn its ways, not losing himself in the jumble of life but seeing it in the poet's eye, and withdrawing after in the library room where he could write his poems of revelation. He would tell what he had seen. He never wrote a word in his life. But he did see.

She used to be a mathematician. Now she looks for omens and signs. At one time she thought math would clarify the world for her. She knew her link to real things was weak [...] She had hoped knowledge of mathematics, the world's rules, might strengthen her hold. But it did not. The world turned opaque and medieval, its every event mysterious. Now she uses a private mathematics, one made from omens and signs and dreams.

When something baffled him he found that if he kept on worrying it, he got no further, and lost his sense of proportion in the process. So when he came to a dead stop he indulged in what he called "shutting his eyes" for a little, and when he "opened" them again he habitually found a new light on things that revealed unexpected angles and made the old problem a totally new proposition. There

La verdad es la hija del tiempo.

Here is how the harmful becomes profitable: That which yesterday was reviled today ends up in Urban Outfitters. The critic Rebecca Solnit has summarized it this way: 'Eat your heart out on a plastic tray,' say the Sex Pistols. Now, we know where to buy the tray and what the heart tastes like.

Jake, a homosexual cop buried so deep in the closet he didn't know where to look for himself.

You remember asking me if I'd ever begged?' I wiped the corner of my eyes, sniffed. 'Is this about to get kinky?'

Welcome to the closet, I thought, is it dark in here or is just me

We talked for almost an hour, and then I received one of the greatest thrills of my life. This man who was my father, this man who knew me too well for me to pull the wool over his eyes, looked at me and said, "Son, if God can do in my life what I've seen him do in yours, then I want to give him the opportunity. I want to trust him as my Savior and Lord." I cannot imagine a greater miracle.

Upon discovering what Fred had done, his mother grabbed him and stripped his clothes off. She stuck his butt out the window and yelled at the top of her voice, "Everyone in the neighborhood come quickly and see Freddie's bare ass!" That would be the first of many times during Fred Levin's life that he would bare his backside for the world to see.

She had shown Laura that David was less hers than she had ever thought and the pieces of him she did own were being taken.

It's like Paul on the road to Damascus. Here's this anal-retentive control freak who likes to run around and persecute Christians. So God knocks him down and blinds him and reams him out. So he stops persecuting Christians. But—go read him. He was still an anal-retentive control freak.

Our books should be missing something, the finding of which makes us whole.

Lift up the hem of verbiage, peek below its frillies – what's exposed? the hairy truth?

Fredi realized that something extraordinary was about to occur. He leaned across the table and grabbed Lorenzo's shirt. "Lorenzo, if what I think is about to happen does happen, I do not, under any circumstances, want to hear you say the word Hooters onstage.

We all knew there was a good deal of pointlessness to nearly all the meetings and in fact one meeting out of every three or four was nearly perfectly without gain or purpose but many meetings revealed the one thing that was necessary and so we attended them and afterward we thanked each other.

this world is not what it seems, open our hearts and let them bleed into the open seas, for there is peace".

when and if we are ever alone, I expect the real Lord Fenton to be there, assuming you know where to find him.

Don't give people what they want, give them what they need.

It was so obvious that I wondered I had not seen it before, but of course we do not often look at the shadows of things, only the things themselves.

The woman regarded him. Her hands shook. She was really very drunk. "I know everybody in this room," she said. "And you know what I see when I look at them? I don't see anybody I know.

God's in the room with you,' and he says, 'I know God's here but I want somebody with skin on.'" The woman started to laugh.

There is a certain type of conversation one hears only when one is drunk and it is like a dream, full of humor and threat and significance, deep significance.