Quotes About Revelation

It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.

It is not enough to know what is written; we also need to grasp the significance of the Word.

Theology always gets into trouble when its practitioners think they know what God is like apart from what revelation says God is like.

Anne, I'm sorry about your pa… all this time… all that waitin'. All that time? she said, taking a step toward him. You were waiting for him. He was all you ever wanted. I know it, and I'm sorry, he said. Jack, she said, her voice husky and soft. It was you, she said. It was you all that time, all those years. I was waiting… for you. - Jack & Anne

an inevitable truth of life: Not every foodie memory is a good foodie memory).

The name is Asher Sutton.

Slowly, Adams put away the mento-cap, reached out an almost reluctant hand and snapped up a tumbler. Alice answered. "Send me in the Asher Sutton file.

Perhaps sunlight had always been luminous, and doorways signs of greater passage than that of one room to another. But she'd not noticed it until now.

I will say it one last time: Demonation! The feeling of it! There are no words -how can there be?- to describe what it feels like to become words, to feel your life encoded, and laid out in black ink on white paper. All my love and hatred, melted into words. It was like the End of the World.

I have such sights to show you. Soon, you will have answers to questions you have never even dared to ask.

There was little comfort, this voice inside him said, in discovering a mystery at the wellspring of his life so banal his unremarkable mind could readily fathom it. Better, perhaps, to die in doubt, knowing there was some revelation still unfound, than to pursue and possess such a wretched certainty.

My books are my confessions.

And to think, she'd once had the hots for him, back in the old days (six months ago) when razor-thin men with noses like Durante and an encyclopaedic knowledge of de Niro movies had really been her style. Now she saw him for what he was, flotsam from a lost ship of hope. Still a pill-freak, still a theoretical bisexual, still devoted to early Polanski movies and symbolic pacifism.

Stories had a way of doing that, in Grillo's experience. It was his belief that nothing, but nothing, could stay secret, however powerful the forces with interests vested in silence. Conspirators might conspire and thugs attempt to gag but the truth, or an approximation of same, would show itself sooner or later, very often in the unlikeliest form. It was seldom hard facts that revealed the life behind the life. It was rumour, graffiti, strip cartoons and love songs.

You opened their eyes to another world, darling. They'll never forgive you for that.

It's always what may not be shown that shows the most. Forbidden words are always the most eloquent.

Didn't open the box? What was it last time? Didn't know what it was? And yet we do keep finding each other, don't we? - Cenobite

You're right, of course. I haven't come this far to deliver us into oblivion. I have such sights to show you. Soon, you will have answers to questions you have never even dared to ask.

But he'd brought new wisdom from the high places. He knew now that things forgotten might be recalled; things lost, found again.

Men. Young men. Legal age, mind you. But young nonetheless. And it's not what you think. When we meet, we make … magic.

Books are like people, when they are open they are red

She knew he was telling the truth, the kind of unsavoury truth that only monsters were at liberty to tell. He had no need to flatter or cajole; he had no philosophy to debate, or sermon to deliver. His awful nakedness was a kind of sophistication. Past the lies of faith, and into purer realms.

Finally, slowly, like a newly lighted oil lamp gathering kerosene up into its wick, Wally's face began to glow. He turned to Mack Fulton. "Mack, you know what's on my mind?

Giordino looked at Pitt like he was crazy, then followed his gaze up the ravine. Overhead was a dark mass of rock buried beneath a thin layer of ice. Surveying the hillside, Giordino suddenly felt his jaw drop. It wasn't a mound of rock at all, he realized with astonishment. Above them, embedded in the ice, the men found themselves staring at the wooden black hull of a nineteenth-century sailing ship. 80 THE EREBUS STOOD LIKE A FORGOTTEN RELIC OF a bygone era.