Quotes About Revelation

You're real," he whispered. I had thought him pale already. Now all vestiges of color drained from his face.

For I hadn't stood frozen at the revelation of Geilie's pregnancy. It was something else I had seen that chilled me to the marrow of my bones. As Geilie had spun, white arms stretched aloft, I saw what she had seen when my own clothes were stripped away. A mark on one arm like the one I bore. Here, in this time, the mark of sorcery, the mark of a magus. The small, homely scar of a smallpox vaccination.

Do you have any idea how mortifying it is to have your own mother standing up in front of everybody, drawing pictures of penises?

She said if ever I saw you again, I was to tell you two things, just as she told them to me. The first was, "I think it is possible, but I do not know." And the second—the second was just numbers. She made me say them over, to be sure I had them right, for I was to tell them to you in a certain order. The numbers were one, nine, six, and seven.

You have lost your mind,Jamie said coldly, the shock receding slightly. Or I should think you had, if ye had one to lose.

I married a lady and she became a whore. I cannot complain if it should be the other way about this time." "You think I'm a whore, do you?" She wasn't sure whether to be amused or insulted. Perhaps both. "Do you normally sleep with your victims, madam?" "I wasn't asleep, Your Grace, and if you had been, I think I would have noticed. (A Fugitive Green)

If ever you find yourself in the midst of paradox, you can be sure you stand on the edge of truth.

The phrase "Blessed are those who have not seen but have believed" floated through his head. It was maybe not the believing that was the blessing; it was the not having to look. Seeing, sometimes, was bloody awful.

But when I lay wi' Emily—from the first time. I knew. Kent who I was again." He looked up at her then, eyes dark and shadowed by loss. "My soul didna wander while I slept—when I slept wi' her.

We believe the light of Christ is present in all men—though in some cases, perceiving it is somewhat difficult

He had a dim memory of his father telling him that a secret remained a secret only so long as just one person knew it.

It's true!" She whirled toward Jamie, fists clenched against the cloak she still wore. "It's true! It's the Sassenach witch! How could ye do such a thing to me, Jamie Fraser?

James Fraser," he said. His eyes were fixed on William with a burning intensity, as though to absorb every vestige of a sight he would not see again. "Ye kent me once as Alex MacKenzie. At Helwater.

DON'T ASK QUESTIONS YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR THE ANSWERS TO In the woods, an hour's ride outside Philadelphia JOHN GREY HAD BEEN quite resigned to

he knew damned well that he was really the son of— He choked that thought off, shoving it violently to the back of his mind. "Son of" had brought Lord John vividly to mind, though.

He had a dim memory of his father telling him that a secret remains a secret only so long as just one person knew it.

He'd suspected it when he'd found Fraser in the chapel with Geneva Dunsany's coffin, just before her funeral. But now he knew, beyond doubt. Knew, too, why Fraser did not desire his freedom.

He'd told Jamie Fraser the truth—the whole bloody truth—and

Something about the ragged beggar seemed faintly familiar, too.

What the bloody hell had happened, though? How had they done it—why? He felt as though he was fevered, his mind dazed with the waves of heat that throbbed over his body. And like the half-glimpsed things in fever dreams, he saw her naked flesh, pale and shimmering with sweat in the humid night, slick under John Grey's hand Ã¢â'¬Â¦ We were both fucking you!

He took my arm, and bowed formally. "And may I have the pleasure to present to you my wife, Claire?" he said aloud, shifting effortlessly into French. "Claire?" The Governor looked wildly at me. "Claire?" "Er, yes," I said, hoping he wasn't going to faint. He looked very much as though he might, though I had no idea why the revelation of my Christian name ought to affect him so strongly.

You didn't say there was a stone circle," I said. I felt faint, and not only from the heat and damp.

I knew ye weren't a fairy, Auntie Claire!

Lord John's response to the revelation of my identity was both puzzling and disturbing; you would think the man had seen a ghost. I squinted at my violet reflection, admiring the glitter of the black-and-gold fish at my throat, but failed to see anything unsettling in my appearance.