Quotes About Revelation

I thought I should be the one to tell you," Sam said. "Sorry. It's not like you were the most faithful husband

The very place in scripture where we so often stop reading is precisely the place we need to deeply listen.

We just hold each other. Where I was once lost, he's found me. But I know now that I have only begun to truly discover Chris. He's still lost.

Do you know what happens when you push a dragon? They burn you alive, baby. You're playing with fire. I've played with fire tonight with Chris, pushed him to be that dragon, and the way he's looking at me now, the way he sees what I do not want him to see, is burning me alive. I know in that moment that I cannot keep asking Chris to show me who he is and not be willing to show him all that I am.

I'm letting this Rebecca mystery make my mind run wild. Actually, my whole life feels like it's running wild whereas only weeks before it was calm and uneventful. I'm standing on a high-rise ledge and walking the edge, and while there is fear and apprehension, there is also a high I can only call an adrenaline rush that I crave more and more each day.

I'd already decided you were mine, You just didn't know it yet

Maybe he's right. Maybe I am playing with fire, but I cannot stop myself. Beyond reason, I will push him until he reveals everything.

Fear and a secret are two different things," I remind him, pointing out the difference in the two phrases.  "Often they come together. A secret that leads to fear in one way, shape, or form.

without telling him what I don't want to tell him. What I have to tell him.

want the lies to end. I pull my gun from my purse and point it at him. "Who are you to me, Kayden? Who am I?" from Denial

I'm not sure what he's implying, but I'm pretty sure it's a slap to Chris, and I don't like it. "Show and tell, Mark. It's a good combination.

I couldn't know that we'd meet and the world would spin beneath my feet, and somehow ignite a million shades of beauty in my life. I couldn't know that I'd change how you saw, well, everything.

Tabby didn't mince words when she gave a pointed warning to his fans in the pages of Castle Rock two months after Misery was published: "In some very real way, you, the readers, know this man very well. I would like to suggest that you do not know him at all. In seventeen years of marriage, I am still discovering things I did not know about Steve, and I hope he's still discovering the unknown in me.

Man, I wish God wasn't starting to shake us up like this. Wouldn't it just be easier to care about stuff like dinnerware, golf, school uniforms, and getting to that new resturant that just opened?

This is all true. So much so that the simplicity of the words feels about as right as a sunrise over mountains or the gasp of knowing that occurs when you realize for the first time that you understood something you'd been trying to grasp for years, and the difficulty wasn't in its complexity but its simplicity. There was something you'd been missing, something you didn't even know to look for.

Ian stepped out to where he knew I could clearly see and identify his tall, dark, and dangerous self.

Life sucks when you find out Superman's a jerk.

The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.

The universe conspires to reveal the truth and to make your path easy if you have the courage to follow the signs.

The truth has not so much set us free as it has ripped away a carefully constructed facade, leaving us naked to begin again.

I don't know how to explain it, but even at the tender age of 10, I knew that I had found my heart's home. As my Sunday school teacher taught me about Jesus' love for me, I began to fall in love with Him.

In those moments, I'd known that something new was being formed in me, too, created so gently that I hadn't even realized it until that evening by the shore.

Secrets ain't a healthy thang, no matter how old they is. Sometimes the oldest secrets is the worst of all.

Listen, the road seems to admonish. Listen. I have stories. I close my eyes, and I hear voices. Thousands whispering all at once. I can't make out any single one, but I know they're here. What do they have to say?