Quotes About Revelation

And I can't help but stare, cause I see truth somewhere in your eyes."

People everywhere see the True, the Beautiful, and the Good and long to know their source. And, thank God, He has revealed Himself!

"…true love is never blind, but rather brings an added light."

I already did my coming out about a thousand years ago, back in the stone age.

A man's character never changes radically from youth to old age. What happens is that circumstances bring out characteristics which have not been obvious to the superficial observer.

Being infinitely amazed, so do I give thanks to God, Who has been pleased to make me the first observer of marvelous things, unrevealed to bygone ages.

You reach a certain age -- sometimes it's fifteen, sometimes it's forty-six -- and you realize the cliche you have adopted for yourself isn't working.

The ideal historian goes to the mouth of the tomb, cries: "Lazarus, come forth!" and sets him that was dead for ages, blinking and passionate, in the sun.

I've told so many lies about my age I don't know how old I am myself.

The older I get the more secrets I have, never to be revealed and this, I know, is a common condition of people my age. and why all this emphasis on kissing and telling? Kisses are the least of it.

Middle age is when you find out where the action is so you can go someplace else.

In her smile, Idris sees how little of the world he has known, even at thirty-five years of age, its savageness, its cruelty, its boundless brutality.

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.

It is only alone, truly alone that one bursts apart, springs forth.

Pictures should never be posed. They are 'revealed' so must be accepted as they are. Left alone.

I am old enough to know that laughter, not anger, is the true revelation.

It just all of a sudden came over me, so that in one breath I was lost and a stranger, and in the next I was found.

The walls of the rational, empirical world are famously porous. What come through are dreams, imaginings, inspirations, visions, revelations. There is no use in stooping over these with a magnifying lens.

Whatever is singing is found, awaiting the return of whatever is lost.

We younger ones began to see that we knew things that never had not been known.

She seems to give a respectful credence to the statement that "God is loveonly to hurry on to explore with real interest the possibility that God is wrath." She can read from the book of Revelation with a ringing conviction in her voice that can make the creation seem only a stage setting for the triumphant thunderation of end.

Sometimes hidden from me in daily custom and in trust, so that I live by you unaware as by the beating of my heart, Suddenly you flare in my sight, a wild rose blooming at the edge of thicket, grace and light where yesterday was only shade, and once again I am blessed, choosing again what I chose before

They say the eyes are the window to the soul.

It's not an old book, or a treasure map. Nope. Staring up at me was a pile of rocks.