Quotes About Revelation

Not everything needed to be brought into the light, he knew. Not every truth needed to be told.

Hell is the truth seen too late,

Funny how imperfections on the outside mean something splendid beneath.

Houses are like people, Agent Lemieux. They have secrets. I'll tell you something I've learned.' Armand Gamache dropped his voice so that Agent Lemieux had to strain to hear. 'Do you know what makes us sick, Agent Lemieux?' Lemieux shook his head. Then out of the darkness and stillness he heard the answer. 'It's our secrets that make us sick.

How did you know He was God?' Gamache asked. 'When does a bush that burns become a Burning Bush?' Em asked and Gamache nodded. 'My despair disappeared. The grief remained, of course, but I knew then that the world wasn't a dark and desperate place. I was so relieved. In that moment I found hope. This strnager with the sign had given it to me. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but suddenly the gloom was lifted.' She paused a moment, remembering, a smile on her face.

Hell is the truth seen too late," said Reine-Marie as she poured out more coffee. "Thomas Hobbes.

When does a bush that burns become a Burning Bush?

They stared ahead. Silent. Morin had never realized murderers were caught in silence. But they were.

Character is not created in times like these. It's revealed.

It was like archeology. There was digging and there was dirt. And there was broken things.

Professor Robinson was revealing, not creating, the anger. The fear. And yes, perhaps even the cowardice they kept hidden away. She was like some genetic mutation awakening illnesses that would have normally lain dormant.

Some people keep their darkness inside, and some hide their light. You, mon ami, almost certainly have a croissant in there.

A lie was a light. One that grew into a floodlight, that eventually illuminated the person among them with the biggest secret. The most to hide.

Everything makes sense. Everything. We just don't know how yet.

They all had them. Secrets. But some stank more than others.

You need to know this. Everything makes sense. Everything. We just don't know how yet.

Everyday for Lucy's entire dog life Jane had sliced a banana for breakfast and had miraculously dropped one of the perfect disks on to the floor where it sat for an instant before being gobbled up. Every morning Lucy's prayers were answered, confirming her belief that God was old and clumsy and smelt like roses and lived in the kitchen. But no more. Lucy knew her God was dead. And she now knew the miracle wasn't the banana, it was the hand that offered the banana.

Still, it had been a revealing exchange, and that was his job. To get people to reveal themselves.

Stating a truth, but leaving out a greater truth.

Professor Robinson was revealing, not creating, the anger. The fear. And yes, perhaps even the cowardice they kept hidden away. She was like some genetic mutation awakening illnesses that would have normally lain dormant. She was the catalyst. But the potential, the sickness, was already there.

Here it is then, the dark thing, the dark thing you have waited for so long. And after all, it is nothing new.

It was like playing with a jack-in-the-box. It looked like a normal box, until the crazy person popped out.

Ironic, really, that from a blind they should suddenly see so clearly.

Everyone, he knew, had one. A locked room. Either in their home, or their head, or their heart. Where things that should never see the light of day lived, and waited. For their chance to escape.