Quotes About Revelation

My dearest Eden, I suppose, someday, after I have passed, you will dig through my journals and happen upon this letter. I pray that it finds you as amazed at the life God has gifted to you as I was when I discovered a daughter

God wants to break through the identities we've constructed for ourselves, the fears we have of discovery, to say, "I see you. I know you. I know everything about you, and yet I love you. Period. You don't have to fear the truth with Me because I already know it. I know exactly who you are, and I still died to save you.

Secrets are always found out, and when they are, people get hurt.

wrong about Jenny always wearing it. She could have taken it off, packed it away, or buried it in the backyard.

I think literature reveals more about us than history does.

But heaven seems a place where truth cannot hurt. Here, the truth can be devastating.

The past was speaking . . . what was the difference now? She had the feeling she'd walked into a house she thought she knew well and discovered a room she hadn't seen before. Maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe they did have a chance.

When my son was born, and after a day of lying-in I was told that I could leave the hospital and take him home, I burst into tears. It wasn't the emotion of the moment: it was shock and horror.

Connor said when they entered the building immediately after the fire, they felt like they'd died and gone to see if Dante knew what he was writing about.

Although it is tremendously disorienting on one hand, on another, you will never see as clearly as you do when your heart is broken. If you've ever wanted to get at the truth about your life, your character and destiny, the depth of your friendships, you can choose to see these things now.

The painter constructs, the photographer discloses.

To photograph people is to obligate them in some way to face things they weren't expecting to.

Do you want to come in?" I asked, surprised at myself. "No," he said. I realized that I wanted him to come inside. Which surprised me even more.

That's not what I meant." "What?" "I want to know what you did with her." He looked at me. "Why?" he asked at last. "I don't know. So I can imagine it. So I can sleep." He started to speak, then stopped himself. Then he began again.

Like most people who are anecdotal, he told me nothing. He revealed nothing about himself. He talked a lot, but he only told me what he wanted me to know. Which wasn't much.

I wanted to see his face. He could see mine.

She smiled with a kind of abashed formality, embarrassed by revelation.

Will you tell me?" I asked. "Tell you what?" He spoke flatly, as if he dreaded my question and already knew that he would answer it. "What you did." "Why do you think that knowing makes a difference?" "I've thought that all my life." "Well, you're wrong. Knowing don't mean shit.

There's something I know but I don't know it yet. It's driving me nuts.

Most new discoveries are suddenly seen things that were always there.

Katniss," Gale says softly. I recognize that voice. It's the same one he uses to approach wounded animals before he delivers a deathblow. I Instinctively raise my hand to block his words but he catches it and holds on tightly. Don't," I whisper. But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. Katniss, There is no District Twelve.

All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.

Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.

I still stand by what I said. Do you want me to lie about it?' he asks. 'No, I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion,' I tell him.