Quotes About Revelation

Epictetus, a Greek philosopher, once wrote, "Circumstances do not make the man. They merely reveal him to himself.

It seems that most of the decisions we make in life are similar to backing up in the night and hitting something, and then getting out to see what it was.

I stopped talking and stared into the distance. Hold on, I whispered. I think I'm about to be brilliant. -Nina Tanleven, The Ghost Wore Gray

A firm's income statement may be likened to a bikini—what it reveals is interesting but what it conceals is vital.

Readers have to be sought out and won to the light of the page, poem by poem, one by one by one.

In the past, my brain babbling at such length had meant there was something it either didn't want to think about--which things numbered in the dozens right now--or it was working out some extreme cleverness that would at any moment leap out and surprise me. Much to my dismay, nothing leapt out.

Truly edifying words are words that reveal the character and the promises and the activity of God. They're cross-centered words. They're words rooted in and derived from Scripture, words that identify the active presence of God, and words that communicate the evidences of grace that you observe in others. They're words that flow from a humble heart.

Have you ever thought what a God would be like who actually ordained and executed the cruelty that is in [the biblical Book of Revelation]? A holocaust of mankind. Yet so many of these Bible-men accept the idea without a second thought.

In these dark rooms I pass such listless days, I wander up and down looking for the windows - when a window opens there will be some relief. But there are no windows, or at least I cannot find them. And perhaps it's just as well. Perhaps the light would prove another torment. Who knows what new things it would reveal? (The Windows)

Oswald: All your life Aurore: What? Oswald: All your life, isn't that what you wanted to know? How long I loved you? Aurore: Well, yes, I suppose I did, but that wasn't what I was going to ask just now. Oswald: I tell you I've loved you since the day you were born, and you tell me you want to know something else. There's no one quite like you, is there, Aurore?

Sex. It's the biggest sham of all. I mean, your whole life, all you ever hear is how you're supposed to save yourself for marriage. And how it's so special. And then you finally do it. And you're like, that's it? This is what everyone's been raving about?

He still went out nearly every night. I thought, is this what he's going to do when we have the baby? Have I made another terrible mistake with a man? You don't really know a man until you have a child with him. Then you see so much. Is he kind? Is he tolerant? Is he loving? Or is he immature and egotistical and selfish? When you have a child, it can go two ways with your husband: You love him even more, or you lose all respect for him. And if you lose respect, there's no way to get it back...

Woodward said that he had told no one the name of Deep Throat. Mrs. Graham paused. 'Tell me,' she said. Woodward froze. He said he would give her the name if she wanted. He was praying she wouldn't press it. Mrs. Graham laughed, touched his arm and said she was only kidding, she didn't really want to carry that burden around with her. Woodward took a bite of his eggs, which were cold. -- Carl Bernstein, Bob Woodward

Merry sighed. "Once again, Andrew, you've opened my eyes. To what, I'm not sure.

Rick noticed that the man who'd overpowered them was tall though not very muscle-bound. He wondered how such a routine dude could have hit them so hard. Possibly the man was high on crystal meth or bath salts. That's what Rick intended to tell his friends at the gym, when they asked what the fuck had happened to his face.

Ellis dutifully opens the top half of the bisected lid... and there's Jimmy Stoma. All things considered, he looks pretty darn spiffy. Better, in fact, than he did on some of his album covers. He's so lean and fit, you wouldn't guess he once outweighed Meat Loaf.

The corruption investigation wasn't derailed, merely reassigned. Nevertheless, Avila was convinced that the santería spell was a success.

He said, "My life story is this: I've killed five men, and I've been married five times." Christina slowly pulled her hand away. "Which scares you more?" Mick Stranahan said.

Ernesto Cabal, alias Little Ernie, alias No-Way José, was sitting disconsolately on the crapper when the trusty opened the cell for Brian Keyes.

the proposition that all mankind's creations should be appraised not just for their beauty or ingenuity, but for what they revealed about the mystery of the human mind.

The light extends like truth, the truth like a hand extending at the same time as it recedes. What is that like?

Like asking at first Where am I after dream—and the room, in pieces, slow, comes back

a language that, all this time, we knew.

Here comes the word for mystery. Here is the word for true.