Quotes About Revelation

Memory deficiency got so bad with me, I forgot to repeat a piece of gossip I swore on my Grandmother's Grave never to divulge.

My insides contract- bad. "who are you?" I ask right out loud. And he says what I've been afraid of since I killed Lester's father. Haven't you guessed? I'm you. The real you.

I'd given myself a license to look back, to lift up stones under which I knew lay creepy-crawlies.

Mr. Clark Howell, the editor of the Atlanta Constitution, telegraphed to a New York paper, among other words, the following, "I do not exaggerate when I say that Professor Booker T. Washington's address yesterday was one of the most notable speeches, both as to character and as to the warmth of its reception, ever delivered to a Southern audience. The address was a revelation. The whole speech is a platform upon which blacks and whites can stand with full justice to each other.

Non so se mi sono espresso bene. Il fatto e che, col suo bagaglio d'esperienza, l'adulto guasta gli anni della propria infanzia, li contamina con la sensazione di oppressione che prova. Come se qualcuno che ha vissuto per lungo tempo in uno splendido giardino, durante una passegiata piu lunga del solito, si accorgesse che il parco e delimitato dal muro di una prigione di cui ignorava l'esistenza.

Genius speaks and acts for all men. In its triumphs all are interested. They enlarge our conceptions of the worth of humanity, and extend the limits of our capacities. In the grandeur and sweep of the poet's imagination, in the stern patience and searching analysis of the student of causes--compelling, as it were, reluctant Nature to a revelation of her secrets--we see ourselves, as in a magnifying mirror, enlarged and exalted.

Truth, like the sun, submits to be obscured, but, like the sun, only for a time.

Reverence invites Revelation

Perhaps the single greatest thing I learned from reading the Book of Mormon is that the voice of the Spirit comes as a feeling rather than a sound. You will learn, as I have learned, to "listen" for that voice that is felt rather than heard.

The flow of revelation depends on your faith. As you test gospel principles by believing without knowing, the Spirit will begin to teach you. Gradually your faith will be replaced with knowledge.

I just did an interview where I was asked whether I drink beer or whisky, and I was sad to reveal that I'm pounding spring water.

If you shake the Universe hard enough, change will fall out of its pockets.

Did you ask Mario?" "He wouldn't say." I didn't ask who Mario was. I figured Terese would fill me in later. Terese

Esperanza handed him a slip of paper. "Here's the office number for Susan Lex, Dennis's older sister." Myron read the number like it was in code and might mean something. "I had another thought.

Myron heard footsteps coming up from behind him. He closed his eyes. It was as he expected. The footsteps came closer. When they stopped, Myron did not turn around. "You killed her," Myron said. "Yes." A block of ice melted in Myron's stomach. "Do you feel better now?" The killer's tone caressed the back of Myron's neck with a cold, bloodless hand. "The question is, Myron, do you?

secret revealed is a secret destroyed.

Technology did more than depersonalize; it ripped your life wide open, gutted you, stripped away any pretense of privacy.

You think dragging the ugly out in the sunlight will destroy it. It doesn't. Just the opposite. You give the ugly thing life nourishment.

Right, got it." Then Sam said in a softer voice, "I saw…I mean, Paige in that video…she looked…

I found something in Mercer's room," Walker said in a voice as gray as a tombstone. "I think it belongs to Haley McWaid.

Myron turned around. It was Linda Coldren. Her head was wrapped in a semi-babushka and she wore dark sunglasses. Greta Garbo circa 1984. She opened her purse. "I forwarded the home phone here," she whispered, pointing to a cellular phone in the purse. "Mind if I sit down?" "Please do," Myron said. She

She wanted to cry again. She wanted to do nothing and forget those two calm strangers had ever said anything to her. But she had no choice now, did she? The secret had been thrust in her face. She couldn't put that horse back in the barn, to mix her metaphors. It was a parental paradox probably as old as time: She didn't want to know, but she did want to know. When

I told her about the photograph, the butterfly emblem, and the light in the basement. When I finished, Ema said, "Whoa." "You say that a lot." "What?" " 'Whoa,'" I said. "Actually, I don't. But hanging around you, well, it seems awfully apropos." I

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