Quotes About Revelation

He who sleeps in the raw, is in for a nude awakening.

the lights of a distant city seem star-like and pretty but move closer into sight they engulf the whole night

Throughout history, the desert has been a place of trial, penance, and hard-won revelation. God lives in the desert. But Satan does, too.

The face is more honest than the mouth will ever be.

Why should I wish to see God better than this day? I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropped in the street — and every one is signed by God's name And I leave them where they are, for I know that others will punctually come forever and ever.

I was six when I saw that everything was God, and my hair stood up, and all that... It was on a Sunday, I remember. My sister was a very tiny child then, and she was drinking her milk, and all of a sudden I saw that she was God and the milk was God. I mean, all she was doing was pouring God into God, if you know what I mean.

A lie is just the truth waiting to be itself.

what had taken vicinity in the back of the belt of river bushes.

Il avait ignoré que l'amour lui était nécessaire et l'ignorait encore. Mais il en voyait les manifestations qui l'émouvaient profondément.

Maria was amazed to learn that he had been in the Azores, where she had lived until she was eleven. She was doubly amazed that he had been in the Hawaiian Islands, whither she had migrated from the Azores with her people.

I've — well, I've been down in the Pit," Joe succeeded in blurting out. "I must confess that you look like it — very much like it indeed." Mr. Bronson spoke severely, but if ever by great effort he conquered a smile, that was the time. "I presume," he went on, "that you do not refer to the abiding-place of sinners, but rather to some definite locality in San Francisco. Am I right?

We could never know who we truly were until we heard the whispers of the stars.

The Vine of Life grows a single melon. The color of the heart is unknown until the rind is split.

The truth may be hard to find, but it is out there—somewhere.

What she referenced with such careless ease seemed a world-shattering notion to me.

Okay, so I wasn't entirely sure what it was or what I'd do about it if she did, but it felt good to say it.

I thought about Imriel de la Courcel. What would it be like, at ten years old, to learn that everything you had believed about your life was a lie? To learn that you were a traitor's get, that your very existence was part and parcel of an unthinkable scheme, and people you'd never met would gladly see you dead?

truth has a certain buoyancy - it makes its way to the surface, in time.

If her soul were a room, it was as if a light were now shinning in a corner that had been dark.

Truth grows even more powerful when it is suppressed, and that often it takes only one small crack to bring down the wall, to release it.

Was it that she did not trust happily ever after, that she was deliberately indifferent to the possibility? Or was happily ever after another one of time's secrets, waiting to be revealed on the journey?

about putting on the light in a dark room. He told me that when we keep secrets they grow inside us, and we can't see the truth of them anymore.

Maurice Blanche maintained that amid the tales, the smokescreens, and the deceptive mirrors of life's unsolved mysteries, truth resides, waiting for someone to enter its sanctum, then leave, without quite closing the door behind them. That is when truth may make its escape.

Linni, you have as many answers as you need or are likely to get. Don't ask for more. I learned in the Great War that there are many battles to be fought, and one of the biggest is with the veils that come down around us—with all due respect to that American author, you know, Mr. Steinbeck, I call them the 'drapes of wrath.' They both hide the truth and shield us from the danger behind them.