Quotes About Revelation

Ein Geheimnis ist soviel wert wie der der es uns anvertraut.

She is everything I want and didn't know I needed. And so much more.

Every earthly revelation has a spiritual significance. I believe that if we humans were more spiritual, we wouldn't need visions. These are given whenever someone hasn't quite grasped an invisible spiritual lesson and needs a visual to go with it. We must learn to pull off this rough husk and feed on its sweet kernel.

You never can tell From a Minnipin's hide What color he is Down deep inside.

The recounting of a life is a cheat, of course.

Exposure to truth changes your life, whether that truth is about personal honesty and integrity or a divine revelation that organizes your place in the universe. This is why people run from the truth than move towards it.

in 1972, the revelation that a vice-presidential candidate—George McGovern's running mate, Thomas Eagleton—had undergone psychotherapy was reason enough to have him removed from the ticket. The notion of working through a trauma therapeutically was still unfamiliar

Surrender to the beauty of revealing yourself to yourself, and to the ones who saw you before you saw you.

Saint Peter could get rid of his little black book with the names of the worthy written in it. Aunt Gert would arrive with a new and updated version tucked under her arm.

you to reveal the parts of yourself you tirelessly work at hiding. It will ask you to find compassion for yourself and receive what it is you are convinced you are not worthy of. Love will always demand more. Surrender to being seen and being loved. Surrender to the beauty of revealing yourself to yourself, and to the ones who saw you before you saw you.

First and foremost, God is the true hero of the story. No matter how captivating the other characters may be, our top priority is to discover what the Bible reveals about God.

A solitary image bearer cannot adequately or accurately reveal God in the world, much less fulfill his destiny as a human being. Obviously, this is a matter of grave importance to the Creator.

Honest autoethnographic exploration generates a lot of fears and self-doubt and emotional pain. Just when you think you can't stand the pain anymore that's when the real work begins. Then there is the vulnerability of revealing yourself, not being able to take back what you 've written or having any control over how readers interpret your story.

The two women watched Judy intently as they introduced themselves as Edna and Mary Turner, great-aunts of the little girl. "Judy lives with us," explained Edna, the older sister.

Give me a hint," George begged. "I can hardly wait!

The two women watched Judy intently as they introduced themselves as Edna and Mary Turner, great-aunts of the little girl.

Love had sneaked up on us rather than bursting upon us like cannons and fireworks.

Balthasar, his people—they're not what they seem." "Look, instead of a vague warning why can't you just tell me why you don't like them? Give me some information here." "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he said. Exasperated, I flung my arms and shouted, "I'm a freaking werewolf! Try me!

The supernatural world was like an onion. You peel back the layers, only to find more layers, on and on, hopelessly trying to reach the mysterious core. Then you start crying.

Annamae had accepted her mother's word on that, even believed that the old woman had passed away. But now that she knew

slipped loose from her severe ponytail, her face devoid of makeup. But her cheeks were flushed in a way they'd never been before—except for that too-short month in Spain. The truth settled inside her with a resounding thud. She couldn't be the sort of person who would walk into that

My name's Jamie,' he says softly. 'Jamie Finch Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Leah's baby was nestled protectively in the crook of Devon's arm. In the golden firelight, his expression appeared grim. The neck of his shirt was open, the sleeves rolled up. With a soft gasp of mother love, Leah reached for her child. But Devon's deep, silky voice stopped her. "Who is the baby's father? And do you love him?" She froze. Her mouth went dry. Her heart pounded in her chest. He waited.

Sometimes you have to give yourself to somebody in order to see who you are. Sometimes you have to unravel things to get to the core