Quotes About Revelation

Even though I might tear the mask off of your hypocrisy, you had a thousand layers of masks, and one after another a new one would appear; but my mask was only a single ply, and under that there remained not even a layer of ordinary face.

Perhaps I had stumbled unexpectedly on the terrible truth that anyone closing the window of the soul with a mask of flesh was merely shutting away scar webs inside. Having lost my face, perhaps I could make contact with another world of real things, which were not pictures painted in windows.

Life the veil that obscures the heart, and there you will find what you are looking for.

It is not necessary that you leave the house. Remain at your table and listen. Do not even listen, only wait. Do not even wait, be wholly still and alone. The world will present itself to you for its unmasking, it can do no other, in ecstasy it will writhe at your feet. 

I received here. When the womenfolk in your palace spoke to me in signs I thought that they were all mute so I responded likewise. It was only after I heard you speak that I regained my speech.

Anybody who imagines that revealed religion requires a craven clinging to a fixed, unalterable, and self-evident truth should read the rabbis. Midrash required them to "investigate" and "go in search" of fresh insight. The rabbis used the old scriptures not to retreat into the past but to propel them into the uncertainties of the post-temple world.

A veil was, as it were, suddenly stripped away from a reality that had been there all the time, but which we had not seen before.

God's Word is both powerful and practical.

I was a married woman! she said. Why does every generation believe it is the discoverer of pleasure? Your father was a spectacular lover. Even through the wall, I could hear the triumph in her voice.

So all we know about Hugh MacLean is that his financial situation is unclear, he has an unknown number of illegitimate children, and the family curse is true. I've caught quiet a prize!

But what Jane hadn't known about Michael Hurst until the day she stepped into his tent was that this adventurous, driven, gruff, brilliant explorer was also handsome. Blink-twice-and-try-to-breathe-and-still-think-you're-seeing-an-angel handsome.

How am I to get back to my room dressed like this? He grinned at her, his teeth flashing whitely in the dim light from the fire. You'll leave a trail of water. Which the servants will report to your sister.

You'd be surprised at the things you can discover by barging into someone's bedchamber unannounced.

An uncle?" Christian looked from his brother, to his sister-in-law. "But…how?" Prudence laughed, Beth chiming in. Tristan shook his head ruefully. "I will explain it to you later." "No, no! I didn't mean that! I just—when did this happen? How long have you known?

Why'd you wait so long to show someone those spots, Bayard?

But a story never told is also a danger, particularly to the people in it.

So this is what I said to Mom; this is what I meant to say - That there was something inside Fern I didn't know. That I didn't know her in the way I'd always thought I did. That Fern had secrets and not the good kind. Instead I'd said I was afraid of her. That was the lie that got her sent away.

Sorry Your Husband Was Sharing His Saran Wrap Fetish with a Hooker

Finding the book was like kissing a lightning bolt.

How very different it would be to live somewhere where people weren't afraid to reveal themselves, where emotion was prized instead of hidden.

Love is like lightning. You never see it coming. If it strikes you, you know it instantly and it will forever leave its mark.

When wars end, all the shit comes tumbling out. People talk, point fingers at each other, reveal things they've kept quiet for years.

But it wasn't a moment's emotion for his grandfather: it was the whole of him. Anakin had been driven to the dark side by agonized love. The revelation stunned Jacen because it was so narrow and so Ã¢â'¬Â¦ selfish. Relief flooded him. This is different. That isn't what I feel, or what's driving me. And

The Story of an Hour" by Kate Chopin.